Thursday, May 6, 2010

Abba Father...thank you.

This morning was a tough one at the Zimm's for many reasons. For the most part, though, it was a tired mama trying to deal with two special needs girls. If one wasn't fussing, the other one was. It can be so constant. I found myself on the familiar thinking path of, "I can't do this, this is too hard." When those thoughts start coming down the track of my thinking patterns, I know that I have more work to do. I need to replace those thoughts with, "God, help me. Thank you for these girls and all the challenges. Help me to find joy in the battle." What usually happens is, I just get out the first three words. Today, it didn't even get that far. I kicked a few things around, sputtered a few words that an elder's wife shouldn't say and entertained the negative thinking tracks. I hadn't even gotten to the help part when God surprised me.

I needed to call Bethany's classroom teacher about something and she surprised me with a positive story about our girl. Yesterday, they went to their first pep fest. The teacher sat at the edge right by the door, with Bethany, unsure of how she would react to the big kids and the noise. Our girl, the one who couldn't even walk on wood floors, stayed. She not only stayed, she cheered when someone made a basket, she stomped her feet along with the rest of the kids as they chanted, and she not only stayed, she laughed and smiled and participated just like everyone else.

This might seem like an insignificant feat, but for our girl with her sensory issues, this was no small miracle. And then the teacher went on to say how pleased she has been with Bethany all year. She has interacted with 27 other kids in a classroom and learned the routine and she's happy every day. She walks into the classroom with a smile on her face. Even on the days that she's left screaming and crying from home.

Why write all this down? To remind myself that even when my first reaction isn't a good one and I don't cry out to God for help, He's still there. He reaches out and gently reminds me of how much he loves me, how much he loves Bethany, and reminds me that He's here. She's making progress.'s hard and yes, I have to fight the stinking thinking patterns every day. But even in the days that I don't fight well, He's still working and loving all of us. Amazing.


kristi noser said...

Bethany, you are loved.
By the Father, by your family, by Mrs. Noodle.
Keep smiling little girl.

Kathy S. said...

...and the fight against "stinkin' thinkin" goes long as we have emotional ups and downs it seems we have the fight...but God is greater than our hearts and His mercy triumphs!

I remind myself (via DC Talk)...all this serves to confirm my suspicion that I am still a (wo)man in need of a Savior!

Thanks for sharing your story of love & grace! My challenges seem trivial with a grad party and empty nest on the horizon when I read of other's challenges.

God bless you Shari! I am excited to find you have a blog!

Kara Jo said...

Thank you so so much for your transparency in sharing. I love your honesty, and I love the redeeming moment God blessed you with--one to give you hope and fuel for the journey.