As I stood and watched Maxim compete in his gymnastics competition Saturday night, I saw a boy whose strength and ability in the sport of gymnastics to be incredible. Yet as Maxim performed his routines he seemed unaware of how naturally talented he was. My heart was filled with joy and pride for this sweet boy. This was my brother who was told he was worthless, couldn't obey, wouldn't fit in, and labeled unadoptable. Now here he was proving those people wrong, being a part of a team, cheering his teammates on, showing he was worth something, and not just because he could do well in gymnastics. I'd love and be proud of him even if he couldn't do another routine again. His life matters, he is loved, he is cherished.
After the meet Maxim was sharing how he couldn't believe he was good enough to have won, the lie he was fed for so many years still haunts him. I know one competition won't fix years of heartache and scars, but this was a loud voice saying, "you are not worthless, you do have talents." Maxim's win in the competition was more than just a win in a sport, it was a victory, defying the lie he had been fed for so long. I know we can't find our worth in human praises. We must find our true value in Him, and over the past two years God has brought much healing to Maxim's hurting heart. And I believe he used this instance to do just that, to bring a little more healing to Maxim's still hurting soul. God has given Maxim a talent and I am so thrilled he has the ability to use it.
|His older brothers were just a little happy for him :)|