​2. And Sometimes I Hear God Laughing

A friend mentioned how hard it must be having a kid during the world’s current state of affairs.

I laughed. I don’t worry about the world corrupting Ava. I worry about Ava corrupting the world.

She is a force, my friends.

There is a term. Neurodivergent.

I thought at first it was another fancy way of further sowing divisiveness through the human race, and maybe it is. But I found an article that made my heart smile.

A list of people (myself included) are neurotypical. We hit all the marks when it comes to the way our brains function. People like typical. They like easy.

They take issue with different. Sometimes, I do too.

And sometimes I hear God laughing.

ADHD (along with autism and a few other conditions) are considered neurodivergent. The way people think with these conditions is nothing short of amazing. Day to day truths try to conceal this notion. Holding somebody’s hand and helping them walk to the finish line when all they want to do is bolt in the other direction isn’t easy. But I know it’s my purpose here on earth.

I’ve never met another person so creative. I’ve never met someone so passionately willing to take up her cause no matter how trivial it seems. I’ve never met someone willing to say the things that burden our hearts and heads but the rest of us are too cowardly to voice.

The world. That’s what I worry about.

Jesus made every neuron to fire the way it does. He made her heart and hands and an unrivaled beauty that is sometimes marred by sin. But he gave her that passion in her belly to wake up and face the day with her soul facing north.

She’ll never know the depths of an unwanted depression, the dark pool where I sometimes sink my feet.

She will know light and God’s spirit in her breast.

So no matter the circumstances around us, the world...the world is what I worry about.