Twelve years ago when I turned 50, my life changed forever. When I attended my first Joni and Friends conference, I celebrated the person God had created me to be. Before that time I was determined that I wasn’t going to be limited (or be put it in a box) because of my cerebral palsy. Despite my college degree and raising a daughter, I wanted to forget I had a disability. But as I stepped into this conference that was the very part of me that I was able to not only embrace but celebrate.
Throughout the past several years, I’ve been able to attend some of Joni and Friends family camps and learn about the different ways they minister to people with special needs. Last week, two friends and I were privileged to be able to attend a leadership conference at the Joni and Friends, International Disability Center. Going there was like going behind the scenes and getting to get to know the people who worked there.
After our last meeting, my heart was gripped by a picture of a man with bent legs and skinny arms being ministered to by a servant from the Joni & Friends Wheels for the World team. For some reason, it also made think about another organization that I’ve been involved with for many years, Good Samaritan Ministries. I choked back a few tears, as I considered how God binds up our wounds, and calls each of us to be co-labors with Him (1 Corinthians 3:9).