Today I saw a young man working at our local Christian book store. He was doing inventory of some sort, unpacking a box, counting items, and what looked like marking them off on a clip board. He was quite handsome with his dark rimmed artsy glasses and spiky hair. He was very focus on his job and didn’t make eye contact with me as I watched him work. As I shameless stared at him, my eyes filled up with tears. I blinked them back quickly as it became my turn to check out.

You wonder why Spencer made me cry, why I was so transfixed by watching him perform a seemingly mundane task? You see, Spencer could be my son someday. Spencer has down syndrome. I felt so proud of Spencer, and I felt so blessed to be shopping in a store that would hire him. I felt hope for Aiden. Hope for the new life that is about to be his, and for all of the possibilities that lie ahead for him as part of God’s destiny for his life.