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God Loves the Vulnerable
He wants us to love them too
Today I met a woman who was called “baby” by her family. She was born developmentally disabled.
Her ekder sister, our neighbor, was caring for her for a few weeks. Normally the sister lived in her native country with other relatives, but my neighbor’s son was getting married.
I found it lovely that this younger sister was included in the celebration. No one would have thought to leave her out because it was “inconvenient”.
So when my neighbor came over to look at a blouse my Mom was giving to her for the wedding dinner, she brought over her sister.
She is a kind person, but was a little impatient with her younger sister. I understand that. She had the wedding of her son after all, with all the busy-ness associated with it.
It could not have been easy caring for the younger sister, but among South Asian communities, family always cares for its own.
The neighbor and her sister were greeted at the door by my mother, who welcomed them into the house. They took off their shoes and left them by the door. I was on the in the library lookin on, so I called out a greeting and waves at them.
My neighbor introduced her sister. The younger woman smiled beautifully across the room at me…
