Reflection: Rising Stronger — Faith, Dyspraxia, and the Rhythm of Courage

There are songs that don’t just play in the background — they speak to your soul. This one does that for me.

Every word feels like it understands what it’s like to live with dyspraxia — the stumbles, the slower pace, the moments when my hands, heart, and mind don’t quite line up. Yet through it all, I’ve learned this truth: God didn’t make a mistake when He made me.He gave me a superpower.

“In the shadows where doubts may creep, I find my strength, I refuse to weep.”

There are days when the shadows feel heavy — when frustration takes hold and confidence fades. But in those moments, I hear God’s quiet whisper:

“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” — 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)

Living with dyspraxia has taught me to see strength differently. Strength isn’t being flawless; it’s getting up one more time than I fall. It’s finding courage in the small steps, the shaky starts, the faith that says, “With God, I can.”

“Every scar tells a story, every tear a lesson.”

Those words remind me of the Psalmist’s truth:

“The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love. He knows how we are formed, He remembers that we are dust.” — Psalm 103:8, 14 (NIV)

God knows me — all of me. The moments of grace and the moments of clumsiness. And still, He loves me beyond measure. Psalm 103 teaches me that I’m never defined by limitation but by God’s mercy and love.

“In the rhythm of courage, I’ll find my song, in this dance of life, I will belong.”

Even when life feels out of rhythm, faith gives me melody. God created me to dance to a different beat — one written by His own hands.As Psalm 139:14 says, “I praise You because I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”

Dyspraxia isn’t something to hide — it’s something to celebrate. It’s part of how God shows His creativity through me. Every misstep has become a way for me to discover grace; every challenge, a way to see His strength at work.

When I stumble, I think of Jesus — who fell under the weight of the Cross yet rose again. That same love lifts me when I fall, whispers hope when I doubt, and reminds me that I was made with divine intention.

So yes — I live with dyspraxia. But I also live with faith, with hope, and with a God-given superpower that helps me rise stronger every single day.

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🙏 A Prayer for Strength and Gratitude

Loving Father,

Thank You for creating me exactly as I am.Thank You for the gift of dyspraxia — for the resilience, empathy, and imagination it has taught me. When I stumble, lift me with Your gentle hand. When I doubt, remind me that I am wonderfully made. May Your compassion, as sung in Psalm 103, fill my heart, and may I use my superpower to shine Your light in the world.

Amen.