To Be Vulnerable

To Be Vulnerable

Last night at a foodcourt, I watched as a father, on an adjoining table, lovingly fed his teenage daughter, slumped in her wheelchair complete with a headrest. Once in a while, they would exchange smiles; oblivious to everyone else around. The rest of the family had finished their dinner sometime ago, but sat around waiting patiently. Is this how vulnerability looks like – completely dependent on others, not hiding their weaknesses, trusting implicitly in the other, absolutely grateful for the care received, and with spontaneous expressions of thankfulness? God’s grace is always abounding towards all who are ‘handicapped!’