Twenty-one years ago, I whispered a prayer that was simple to say but difficult to imagine how God would answer. My daughter, Naomi, had been born with Down syndrome and several complications, and the early weeks of her life were spent in the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit at a Boston hospital. Separated from her by a wall of plexiglass, I prayed God would strengthen her tiny body. But beneath that prayer simmered harder questions. What did I actually want for her life? What did it mean for her to be human, made in the image of God?
Inspired by Nehemiah
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