She steps out into the light. The backstage had been a flurry of hundreds of people milling around.
“Decker, check. Check. Check.”
In 2 hours, thousands of people will enter this auditorium. They’ll come from all around the country. They’ll be in the middle of a fight with their wife. They’ll wish their children could do better in school. They’ll have an autistic sister. They’ll be sad. They’ll be hopeless. They’ll be happy. They’ll understand life, or they won’t.
She stops out there. Says a prayer.
“Abba, it’s not me. It’s You. You have them. You be with them. You dream loud, speak loud, do what you do. I’m just so human.”
She looks down at her leg. Who would have thought that this piece of molded plastic would lead to a headset, singing on stage, jumping up and down, crying in front of people? Well, surely not she. She was just this little girl with doggies on her footy pajamas sitting on the porch talking to her Father.
And a tear falls. One tear, as she looks down at her mom, dad, and sister. Front row, always catching a tear, a hug, a smile, a reminder of who she is.
Who is she that she could speak through an amputation and chemo drip?
She’s just a human. Who has lost much. And who has everything, because of Jesus.
She’s a girl who watches His dreams for her come true every day.
…because love wins.