I thought it best to write about one of my heroes who I recently spent time with. She is a happy little girl about the age of six, her life is secure, and she has excellent parents and a troop of friends who love her. Lately she discovered that she had been unable to gain weight. She visited the doctor to find out that she has Type I diabetes. So where’s the hero part?

I happened to be visiting her in the hospital at exactly the time she was having her finger pricked, for what had to seem like the millionth time. All the metal piercing of her skin was by that time having quite a toll on such a small innocent little girl. While I was there, the finger prick didn’t get quite enough blood for the blood sugar test so it appeared that she was going to need to be pricked again. Needless to say, she wanted no part of further blood collecting. Fortunately, her good mom was able to squeeze enough blood out for the test and my little hero avoided another puncture.  

Seems like when one pain is over, that it is over for good, but little did my hero know that the test was merely to see how much insulin was needed for the two shots coming next. She took the first shot like a giant. One shot should not lead to another, but it did, so she had to bare the other arm. It took some talking and explaining and she had to have her mom ease her fears, but eventually she gave her other arm over to the momentary torment of the needle. A few minutes later, she cried in her mom’s arms and believed that all was going to be well, as certainly it was.  

Here’s the deal: a few hours later she is going to go through the same hell again, and then again, and then again.  Every time it happens, she is going to need to do something few of us ever do and she is going to need to do it several times a day, and that is, believe that God is good and everything is going to work out just perfect.  

I don’t know how adults handle such challenges, much less children, but there she is, Teya Waizman, staring life in the face, bold in faith, believing her parents that everything is going to be alright. What a hero. I find few in life that can stare the hardships of life in the face and say, “God is going to work everything out to be alright.”

What a holy thing to look in on this family. With smiles and confidence, they head into their future knowing everything is going to be all right in God. There are tears when it hurts, yes, but guess what I experienced when with them—no complaining—Teya is my hero. Way to go girl, we’re all pulling for you.

Are you facing some tough mountain? Believe and leave the complaining and murmuring with the devil.  

“… for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure. Do all things without complaining and disputing, that you may become blameless and harmless, children of God without fault in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world, … “ Philippians 2:13-15 NKJV