There is a lovely young woman, who has a serious difficult situation with her son. I'll call the mother Carol (that is not her name) and I'll call her 11 or 12 year old son, Harold (also not his name.) Carol has given me permission to use some of her words here. But, first, let me tell a little of her story.
Carol's son who is very bright frequently gets downright violent, hitting his mother and causing great havoc in the home. On more than one occasion, as a last resort, the parents have had to call the police for help.
The son was once diagnosed as autistic, but, apparently now, the doctors don't think so.
The boy has made serious threats at school and recently was permanently expelled.
This young woman was once a happy bride. She was happily pregnant, looking forward to being a mother. She didn't know her life would be like this. Her husband suffers. The boy suffers. She suffers, and she also does everything she knows to protect her little daughter from the tension that exists in their home.
This beautiful young mother has asked God many questions relevant to the son. And, of course, as we would wish as well, she wanted a miracle to happen for her son such as the miracle the lady in Italy had with her son. http://www.godwriting.org/godwriting/a-personal-miracle-from-italy-depre...
Carol, in her desperation, couldn't let go of this idea of God's giving her a miracle. She was insistent that God do something for her. She may have felt that, if God cared, He would come in and take care of everything.
In His responses to this young mother's personal questions, God indicated that the responsibility lay with her, the mother. Carol, a fighter, stood up to God and couldn't seem to veer from what she thought God should do. God got tough with Carol. He pulled no punches. Carol can be feisty. God told her she was being arrogant, would not listen to Him etc., even indicated that she might have to consider giving up custody of her son. God did not give her the solace she so sorely needed, or so she thought. And Carol was stubborn and couldn't budge.
I want to insert myself here for a moment. I have to wonder, if I were in Carol's shoes, would I be half so valiant as she is? I know that I admire her for her strength and forthrightness.
And now here's what happened next.
After a while, Carol started to see a blessing in disguise. The school district that had expelled Harold was going to send him to a special school for bright children with behavior difficulties. He would have counseling and much personal attention. Carol was hopeful that this school might possibly be an answer to a prayer. And Carol was beginning to feel that perhaps God had not abandoned her.
Then I saw a miracle. It certainly was a transformation of great magnitude. Carol surrendered. She surrendered. She surrendered. The miracle I saw was in Carol and what she wrote to God:
Thank You :) I hope I'm beginning to understand things a little better. I wrote down a list of things that I got from our past conversations, and will keep it close in my thoughts and heart.
This is my responsibility
There is no easy fix
This will take work
Persevering is needed, do not give up
Be open to all ideas and help
Do not be arrogant
My son is the teacher
Listen to him with all my heart
I am the learner
Have compassion for him
Understand that this is a lot harder for him than it is for me
Understand that his needs are not being met, and I need to find out what they are
I am here for him, and am trying to make his life easier
God will help, but I'm the one who has to change
Stop thinking how hard this is for me, and see it through my son's eyes
Do kind things for my husband, daughter, son and myself
and, last but not least....watch the Dog Whisperer :)
God bless you, Carol, a thousand times over.
Blogreaders, tomorrow I will briefly touch on the Dog Whisperer.