What This Woman Wants

What This Woman Wants

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Bruce Willis might be surprised to learn what this woman wants. If he took a peek at her Christmas list, he’d discover it was pretty short.

Because this woman doesn’t want more stuff.

Not after cleaning out her mother-in-law’s house in 2003 and her own mother’s house in 2008. She’s still trying to find places for some of their old stuff to live and convincing herself to learn how ebay works to get rid of the rest of it.

Really, this woman wants what most mothers want.

For her children to be happy. To find purpose for their lives and joy in completing it. She wants them to be healthy, to have secure jobs, and discover the sweetness and sadness of raising their own families.

This woman wants what most authors want.

To write books that impact readers and help them make sense of their lives. Along with sales enough to pay the expenses so she can write more books to impact readers and help them make sense of their lives.

And this woman wants to encourage others to know Jesus.

Not because she’s got all the answers and feels superior. But because she makes plenty of mistakes and her Savior loves her anyway. She wants everyone to experience that same kind of love and security.

But today, most of all, this woman wants to bake a pie that doesn’t boil over.

Even though her mother says the best pies always run over, this woman would like to take one of her crowd pleasing pies to a family gathering. Without fruit glaze dripping over the edges. Without the pan bottom sticky with fruity goo. But this woman won’t get what she wants until she gets over 1) her tendency to overfill the pie pan with fruit filling, and 2) her paranoia that a pie can’t possibly be cooked through until the middle is bubbling merrily, which means the edges are frantically boiling and spewing over the edge of the pan. This woman wants the impossible.

Bruce Willis has his work cut out for him.

Just the Successes: Special Needs Christmas Advice

Just the Successes: Special Needs Christmas Advice

Just the Successes: Special Needs Christmas Advice

Guest blogger Becky Hallberg offers a welcome holiday suggestion to parents of kids with special needs. Her wise words are guaranteed to lower your stress, put a smile on your face, and encourage you to focus on the reason we celebrate Christmas. So read on…

Just the Successes

The holidays are a tricky time for our family. This time of year is full of traditions, the sparkle of lights, and the melody of Christmas music. But how do you cope when these exact things, which we all look forward to, when they are possible triggers for a family member? How do you deal with all of the “what-if’s” that the season brings?

We live near a major city and so the opportunities for enjoying the holidays, and all the glitz and glamor that go with them, are pretty much endless! It’s the perfect place for a Christmas-lover like me! I would love to take our kids to all of the light displays, musical productions, festively-decorated areas, and soak in the goodness of time spent together!

And then the big, glaring reminder of all the sensory issues sneaks in to smack me in the face. We have one who can’t always tolerate those things – but sometimes he can. What do you do, as a parent, when things may go exceedingly well, or they may fall apart horribly?  What’s the right choice to make?

I wish I had the answer, all perfectly-figured, decisively-calculated, and beautifully-packaged, to hand to you. That would be quite a gift, wouldn’t it? I’d love to receive that gift, and I’d love to pass it along to you!

I spend time each year, wondering—worrying, even—about our decisions as they pertain to our son and what he may or may not be able to tolerate.

Are we pushing too much?
Not pushing enough?
Will he survive waiting in the line?
Will he miss doing (whatever it may be) if we don’t try?
Are we doing something wrong?
Are we doing anything right?

That’s a lot to wrestle with, in just considering whether or not to go on an outing. I often find myself figuring that skipping something may be the easiest option—no lines, no hassle, no sensory overload. And then the mommy guilt sets in.

Can I attempt to encourage you? Our feelings, as parents—mine, yours, his, hers—they count. They matter. They are valid—every last one of them. If I feel this way around the holidays, I’m sure many of you do as well. I am so grateful to have my faith in a loving God, who I can share my feelings with, openly and honestly. Let’s face it—He is God, He already knows how I feel.

I’m learning that my child’s ability to cope does seem to get a little better as he gets older. However, his age is no guarantee for success in any situation.

And that one word—success—is such a key word in all of this.

What if you and I decided that we would only accept being defined by our successes this Christmas season? What if our yardstick for measuring our enjoyment of the holidays was only made up of the successful moments? We could do that, you know—just count the successes.

Chances are, we know there will be moments that aren’t successful—maybe even whole days. But what if we shook it up a little this year and decided in our hearts that we wanted to measure only the successes?

What if I shared my successes with you, and you shared yours with me, and together, we held those precious gifts as reminders that all that we do as parents matters. It’s vitally important. But we don’t need to carry the sting of things going wrong. Take the hurts, the shattered plans, the missed opportunities, the doubts, questions, and worries and leave them with Jesus. Let Him heal the hurts and mend the wounds.

Let’s sit with Jesus in the warmth, love, and delight of all that you are doing well. Let’s measure our enjoyment of this time of the year by the successes and thank Him for those times. I will cling to those as we move through the holidays and into the New Year. Will you join me?

Remember:
just the successes

Becky and I invite you to share your successes in the comment box. To read more from Becky visit her blog, Shar Sharing Redemption’s Stories.

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Teaching Kids With Special Needs about Salvation

Teaching Kids With Special Needs about Salvation

Teaching Kids With Special Needs about Salvation

Welcome back, guest blogger Amy Stout! Amy’s here with another resource-packed post. This time, she has a basketful of resources parents can use to teach their children about salvation.

I was recently asked this question…

“I have a friend who is trying to teach her daughter about faith. She has been in church all her life and has lots of head knowledge, but the heart is not giving so easily. How can I help my friend?” While not a professional counselor, I had just experienced a scenario similar to this in my own home, so I was able to share my own living example.

Here is my reply…

Dear Friend,

The truth that comforts me when working with my daughter is that no matter how hard we try, we cannot “save” someone. God gave us free will and salvation is a gift that we each have the opportunity to accept. This is comforting because I know that God loves children and he is working very hard to draw my daughter to him.

God DOES, however, give us teachable moments.

Many times our special children are visual learners and spiritual truths are very hard for them to understand because many times they are abstract concepts. We need to give them visual pictures of spiritual truths. An example of a teachable moment…

Yesterday, I was brushing my daughter’s hair and she was starting to get grumpy. I started to talk to her. My conversation with her went something like this. “Oh Kylie, Don’t be grumpy. You need to keep your heart clean—do you know why? Because someday, when you give your heart to Jesus, He will come and live in your heart!”

I continued, “Do you know what makes your heart dirty? When we are grumpy, or unkind, or don’t share with our friends. All those things make our hearts dirty, but you know what? When Jesus comes to live in our hearts, he brings a big broom and sweeps all that dirt away and washes us clean!! You want your heart to be clean don’t you?”

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And on it went. I also explained to her that the more we fill our hearts with the things of Jesus (his words, talking and singing to him, obeying God’s rules), the less room there is for that icky dirt and we lose our desire to be yucky. We will WANT to be clean.

I would try to give your young friend visual images of the spiritual truths you are trying to convey. Lay it all out there but make it HER choice whether to pick them up or not. Many times when a child feels pushed into something, their natural tendency is to withdraw. We don’t “need” to push—God will do all the work. This is the beauty of salvation by faith —no effort required, just His grace fully given.

Also, sometimes it is hard to “tell” with a child who learns differently if there is heart knowledge… don’t be so sure she doesn’t have any… just continually disciple her by giving her visual pictures, object lessons and don’t push… bake together, paint together, talk about God’s creation, the attributes of God and the goodness of God, but don’t push.

The objects shown in the pictures embedded in this post would be very helpful to give a visual picture of how we “dirty” our heart and how Jesus will “clean” it. Click on the links to find out how to obtain them. I also love the following pictorial objects to explain to children who God is.

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Father’s Love Letter to His Child

These next two pictures go together. You can click and drag them to your desktop and then print them out.

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Love,
Amy

What Would You Add to Amy’s Letter?

Have you found resources to explain salvation to kids with special needs? If you like, add them to Amy’s letter to her friend by sharing them in the comment box.

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Whose Special Needs Battle Is It Anyway?

Whose Special Needs Battle Is It Anyway?

Whose Special Needs Battle Is It Anyway?

Today’s post comes from a new Different Dream blogger, Nickie White. In her first post, she shares some special needs parenting frustrations and hopes we all share.

Whose Special Needs Battle Is It, Anyway?

Tonight I could absolutely lose my mind.

I was cooking two different skillets of grilled cheese, one with margarine, gluten-free bread and rice cheese, and one with two wheat-bread-with-dairy-cheese sandwiches… when I walked away to referee an argument between my children, and the smoke alarm went off. Then the house alarm was triggered…then the sirens on the two-way rescue system turned on. I entered the code and…NOTHING…then four little voices began to all ask questions about why or how or are we going to catch fire?

I called the alarm company, trying to talk over the two way system installed in my house, but I couldn’t hear them over the sirens and children. The dispatcher called my husband (in California this week) to ask him if we need aid…and he’s now blowing up my phone with messages while I am talking to the dispatcher, explaining that I have just burnt a grilled cheese…or by now all three.

Joel couldn’t have gone out of town last week when both my parents spent time in town? I couldn’t have been making only one pan of grilled cheese? No, those are easy options and folks, that just ain’t the path we are on. I glanced over to the 2 inch, three-ring binder with a vinyl label reading LOGAN in cute font, realizing that my priorities can sometimes be jaded. My youngest son has been having unexplained medical issues for months now, and none of the doctor’s we’ve gone to have been able to discover why this is happening. We’ve been spinning in circles…for months.

When Joel is gone for these short trips it never fails that I refuse to unwind, to listen to music and calm my soul I plow: laundry, dishes, whatever is in my path. It must be done. I bark all the way through. In my mind I’m getting the house ready for Joel to come back, but I’m just hiding the fear of weakness or failure.

There are nights I read my Bible angrily, desperate for GOD to just shout at me! My heart is raw almost to default. Certain in my mind that He has taught me quite enough in this last year, my heart still craves more. Not the heartache but the gut-wrenching lessons. We are indeed fighting an uphill battle and I must just keep my sword sharp.

My sword. My priority.

Have you ever done a sword drill? During Wednesday night services as a kid we did, every week. I knew the song. I could go right to a book of the Bible before most around me. IT was part of me. Is it still that way? No, it isn’t. That big green 2 inch binder with Logan written in a cute font seems to consume me some days.

Googling specialists across the country can occupy hours of my time. I can’t solve all the issues all at once. I can battle against deceit and I can hope to make my littlest son as comfortable as I know how, but the truth is I can’t fight these battles with a dull sword.

David used but a stone to conquer a giant, yet his human mistakes cost him God’s blessing and brought sorrow on his family. What was the difference? The giant wasn’t his to fight. When David forgot only the stone was his and the giant was conquered by God, it set the stage for his kingdom to begin crumbling.

I too must remember who conquers the giants. My priorities must be sharpening my sword, so when HE speaks to me in my angry moments I can hear Him. That green binder is important for Logan’s care, but it won’t heal him or bring him comfort. It may be my stone but it can only be used by Him, for the battle is the Lord’s.

You will not have to fight this battle. Take up your positions; ‘
stand firm and see the deliverance the LORD will give you, Judah and Jerusalem.
Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged.
Go out to face them tomorrow, and the LORD will be with you.'”
2 Chronicles 20:17

Who’s Fighting Your Battle?

Does Nickie’s struggle resonate with you? What verses or Bible truths help you give the battle back to the Lord? Leave them in the comment box to encourage others.

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Brokenness and Special Needs: All In Seeds in God’s Garden

Brokenness and Special Needs: All In Seeds in God’s Garden

Brokenness and Special Needs: All In Seeds in God’s Garden

Brokenness is part of parenting a child with special needs. Guest blogger Stephanie Ballard is here with a poem about how God used the seed of brokenness to grow her faith and reveal the beauty of her son’s life.

Stephanie’s Seeds of Brokenness

I was 22 weeks pregnant with my son Braeden when the high risk doctor that I had been referred to gently took my hand in his and sighed. “I have some distressing news,” he said. The ultrasound had revealed that my unborn son would be born with a serious heart defect, and had a very high risk of having other genetic abnormalities. The doctor was quick to point out various areas of concern on the monitor. “His liver looks enlarged,” he said,” and I think he may be missing a kidney as well.”

“What can we do?” I asked him tearfully, and he began speaking about “quality of life” as he handed me a referral to a pediatric cardiologist.

“I’m so sorry dear,” were his parting words…”good luck to you.”

I was distraught as I left that doctor’s office, the words “quality of life” echoing in my mind in the weeks and months to come. I found the peace I had been seeking when my son was born several months later. When I finally held him in my arms for the first time, his fragile little body pressed against mine, I realized something of the utmost importance. God can bring beauty into our lives through brokenness. Braeden is eight years old today, and I am fond of reminding him that God loves to grow miracles in the midst of impossible circumstances.

Broken

The farmer told his wife one day…
“Well, spring is nearly here
Its time to plant some flowers
On that hilltop that lies near.”
And so he went right to the store
To buy the perfect seeds
Flowers of most every kind
To fit all of his needs.
And then they had to till the ground
Under the noonday sun…
They prepared the perfect field
Then marveled at all they had done.
Flowers would soon bloom here
Yellow…purple…blue
A meadow filled with glory
In every single hue.
And so the farmer held his seeds,
Which cost a pretty penny.
He said, just drop one at a time
As we do not have many.
And soon their chore was near complete
Each seed set in the soil
His wife said, “It’s well worth it,”
This day of work and toil.
And then she nudged her husband, asking.
“Is this seed okay?
It’s cracked right down the middle
Should I plant it anyway?”
“A seed like that won’t grow,” he said
Just throw it to the winds.”
And this is where the story of
The broken seed begins…

The days and weeks passed quickly
The garden, it grew grand
With sunshine and the gentle rains
And life from God’s own hand.
The farmer and his wife were proud
Of what they have achieved
Their garden was perfection
Most everyone agreed.

Meanwhile…
The little seed that they forgot,
Tossed by the farmer’s wife,
Decided that it must now fight
To have a chance at life.
God looked kindly on this seed
And said, in retrospect,
“They deemed you small and broken,
I say, ‘You are perfect.'”
And so the seed mustered its strength
And pushed out of its shell.
“I may be just a seed,” it thought.
“But I have a story to tell!”
And every drop of water
And sun that came its way
Made it that much stronger.
It would be a flower someday.

And then one day, it happened,
Much to the wife’s surprise
As she walked past the meadow
She could not believe her eyes.
The loveliest flower that she’d ever seen
Sat just beyond the trees.
She stopped what she was doing
And dropped down to her knees
“Surely, God is in the place,”
She said as tears fell free,
As only God Himself, could make
A thing of such beauty.

“A miracle it must be,”
She said, raising worn eyes above,
“A reminder of all that can grow
With God’s enduring love.”
And others came to see it, too.
This flower, oh so rare,
Red and gold, and violet.
They could not help but stare.
No one had seen it’s equal,
And no one would again.
A perfect testimony
Of what happens when one says, “I can.”

God looked down from heaven
A smile on His face.
This flower a reminder
Of His everlasting grace.
The petals were a rainbow,
Each color seemed to shine.
“Let those who see you marvel
And know that you are mine.”
Life may bring us heartache,
A trial, storm, or weed.
But God can grow a miracle
From just one broken seed.

But God has chosen the foolish things of the world to confound the wise,
and God has chosen the weak things of the world to shame the things which are strong.
Colossians 1:27

How Is God Growing You?

What seeds of brokenness is God coaxing into beautiful flower in your life and the life of your child. Leave a comment.

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