In my family, June is like a second Christmas.
We have Mom's birthday, Levi's birthday, my birthday, Evan's birthday, not to mention Mom and Dad's anniversary all within the span of about two weeks.
It makes for quite a crazy time.
Levi turned six last week.
It's hard to believe he's six years old when I can remember holding his very light, fragile body in my arms for the first time when he was three months old.
And it's hard to think how he's changed. I could never have imagined that the precious little boy I held then would one day have Autism. That he would throw things and hit and spit because he had no other way to communicate anger and frustration. That he would both challenge and bless our family more than anything or anyone else ever had.
Once upon a time, I thought that by the time I went to college, Levi would be "better." That he would be "fixed."
And sometimes I still wonder if Levi can be fixed. If he needs to be fixed. Is this the way God intended him to be or is it the result of living in a fallen world?
These are questions for which I have no answers. I may never have answers.
But regardless of the question or the answer, my job remains the same.
Love him when he throws a Matchbox car at me.
Love him when I get kicked in the face because he hates having his diaper changed.
Love him when we sit on the couch and read The Snowy Day together and he points out Peter in every picture.
Love him when we dress up as Rooster and Miss Hannigan and sing-along to Annie.
This is an impossible task.
There is no way that I can love Levi perfectly because I am an imperfect person.
I wake up every day with a promise in my heart to love Levi and to love my family well.
And usually by about 10:00 in the morning, it's been broken into a million pieces.
There's not enough of my love to go around. Not enough for Levi. Not enough for Evan. Not enough for anyone, really.
But there is enough of His love.
And that is my new prayer. My prayer every morning when I wake up.
Help me to love people with His love.
Sometimes I forget. Sometimes I'm tired of loving people with God's love and really don't want to show any kind of love at all. Sometimes I want to think that I can love everyone with my own magnanimous heart.
But I can't. Not with my love.
But with His love - there's always enough.