Betty
Speaking a sentence was a nightmare for Betty.
My big sister stuttered from beginning to end.
Some friends understood, others were petty.
Doctors didn’t know how to help her mend.
My parents pursued every pretense of promise,
But none could give her an uncluttered voice.
Some brashly made claims that were dishonest.
As the failures mounted, Betty made a choice.
“I know God made me this way for His reasons.
It’s not for me to challenge verdicts from above.
I will live with splintered speech all my seasons,
Trusting in His wisdom and knowing of His love.”
That down-home faith served her until she died.
She found faithful friends who gifted her a voice.
She thanked God each day for being her guide—
For giving her courage to make the right choice.
Copyright © Paul Schneiter | Year Posted 2014
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