Last week I finally completed a pile of paperwork necessary for an evaluation for one of my children. The thick packet sat on my desk for over a month. Each time I pulled it out, held the color-coded pages in my hands, and thought about putting words to my thoughts, I couldn’t do it. From week to week, I moved this task to my new “to-do” list.
On Thursday I took the packet to a coffee shop and began to write. More than two hours later I found myself completing the last page. It didn’t take as long as I thought it would, but only for this reason, I simply left pages blank. Why would I do that? Why wouldn’t I want to give these professionals every detail I possibly could in order to help my child?
Because we have no answers.
Family history – none. Prenatal care – none. Details of child’s birth – none. First words, motor development, feeding challenges – we have no idea.
Then there were the pages I could fill in – and those were even more heartbreaking. I sat in the coffee shop tears filling my eyes.
Many of you have had moments just like this, I know.
Lord have mercy – we need you, the Great Healer, in our children’s lives. You alone can do what needs to be done in the deep recesses of our children’s brains and hearts.Let us be instruments of your love. Give us willing hearts to persevere and a deep sense of hope, not hope that we muster up of our own will, but hope from you. Amen.
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