Once upon a time, comments like this would make me question my faith in God. I wasn’t living the full quality of life I could because I was constantly trying NOT to look or feel “too disabled.” Would you believe me if I told you there was a time I refused to get a disability plate number for my van because I thought accepting that label meant I lacked faith in God? I’d park far from entrances. I’d call hotels and not ask for an accessible room, even when I needed one. I’d beat around the bush refusing to use the word “handicap/disabled”. All because of comments like this. “You’re not disabled in Jesus name,” - someone left this under one of my posts, probably thinking it’s encouragement. When in reality, it silences lived experience. It makes people shrink and feel as if God left them behind. Let me be clear. I am disabled. And #DisabledIsNotABadWord God didn’t skip over me. He didn’t forget to heal me. He’s been right here, moving in every moment of my life since the accident...