But Jesus called the children to Him and said,
“Let the little children come to me, and do not
hinder them, for the kingdom of God belongs to such as these.
-
Luke
18:16
I almost didn’t come to church today. If you had even an inkling of how difficult
it is to get children with special needs out the door in the morning, you would
understand my hesitancy to come.
However, my soul’s hunger for spiritual food, along with my thirst for
fellowship and encouragement, or at least a little adult conversation, compels
me to pull it together. Timing the
g-tube feeding so that it finishes before we need to leave. Drawing up all the right doses of medication. Getting spaghetti-like arms and legs into a
dress shirt and pants, praying the whole time that he doesn’t choose this
moment to vomit (pretty much a daily occurrence). Making sure all of the emergency supplies and
medical equipment are packed. (Never
again will I complain about packing “just” a diaper bag!) Folding up the wheelchair and loading it into
the car, making sure there are enough seats for the rest of the family. Getting the other kids and myself dressed
and fed. By the time we are ready to
leave, I have already worked up a sweat and feel like I have put in a full
days’ work.
