Why Me?

"Mom, I speak to Leah tomorrow."

"About what?" I asked.

"Not having friends. Leah sad. She not have friends. I going to tell her about when I not have friends."

My daughter was born with a severe speech disorder. Making friends, especially with girls, has been a challenge most of her life. Her brothers and their friends never cared...as long as Anna could grunt and throw, kick, and catch the ball... well golly, who cares if she can't talk. She could be apart of their team any day. But girls...girls expected more from Anna, and she longed to deliver. Living without close girl friends has been one of Anna's greatest heartaches.

"That's so cool, Anna. I'm so proud of you." I responded.

Why am I so proud? Anna hasn't wasted her pain. She turned her pain into something better. She used it to touch someone's life. To say, "You're not alone. Let me tell you how I'm getting through this situation."

We all have ouchy areas in our lives. And we've all raised our voices toward heaven and yelled, "Why me?" I'm the Queen of WhyMeez. Yet, God has never taken me anywhere that He hasn't turned my pain (either self-inflicked or other-inflicked) into something good, something useful, something meaningful.

My daughter has graduated from the WhyMeez school this year. And I think she made another friend.


The Father of all compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. II Corinthians 1:3, 4