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Why me, God?

It's so hard to not ask why? 

Why was I the one that was given the child with the disability? I did everything right. 

Why would God punish me? I believe in Him, I thank Him for my blessings every night. 

It's so hard not to feel like you are being punished for something. Or your child is being punished for something you did.

But I look at my sweet boy and I realize it's not a punishment. He knows Nathan needs me and that I will fight with every bone in my body to make sure he has a good life. 

I will be his voice, his advocate, his hug, his discipline. I will do it all.

Do I have days where I question God? Yes I do, but I know nobody could give Nathan all that he deserves like his dad and me!!! He is our world and we will do our best to come into his world and see through his eyes!!!💙💙💙 

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