Our roommate gave me this poem to read.... not sure what his diagnosis was... but it's a touching poem, anyway...
Dear Todd
I wanted you to be born healthy and strong
But you should me God's strength was perfected in your weakness
I wanted to teach you to eat and drink
But you showed me my need to feast on God's word
I wanted you to see my face and respond
But you taught me to seek Jesus' face and trust
I wanted to teach you to hold things in your hand
But you taught me to loosen my grip on the things of this world
I wanted you to learn how to speak
But you showed me how to pray
I wanted to teach you to stand
But you taught me to walk with God
I wanted you to sing in the children's choir
But you taught me to praise God in times of despair
I wanted you to learn to be quiet in public places
But you taught me humility instead
I wanted you to learn about this world
But I learned this world couldn't even recognize your worth
How can a student be so hard to teach?
How can one be so slow to understand?
God made you teacher, didn't he, Todd?
Yes, you were the teacher not I.
(The Molendyks were advised to abort Todd, but they felt God had a purpose in sending him to their family. This poem was written the night after his death.)
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My mother wrote this poem after Todd died. He lived eight years on this earth before going home to his Heavenly Father. Despite the struggles we faced we were blessed to know him and have him in our lives.
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