To be ‘normal’? I remember, vaguely, when I could blend into any crowd because I was like them. Later, I loved swimming because my wonky legs were hidden. Later still, I sit in my room happy because nobody can see me. Unhealthy, isn’t it?

My husband tells me to ‘own’ my disability but I would rather chuck it into the deepest sea.

Is there something about you that you would rather hide? I remind myself that the Bible tells me I am ‘fearfully and wonderfully made’. Most days I shake my head at that, but sometimes I believe it.

Right now, I am here to tell you you are perfect. You are wonderful. If we can live believing that, then life would be a little better. The instinct is to deflect from our flaws and point the spotlight away to someone else. If it was shining on you, what would you do or say?

I’m thinking about the next time I need to walk out with my rollator. Can I step out believing that I am the amazing creation the Bible tells me I am?

Can you?