I am dreading........................

[methinkshe]

I read your message and want to commend you for your honesty. I’ll pray. Also, realize in this day an age an hour on the computer searching for ideas and resources can bring you a lot of information. As soon as I read your story, I went to the internet and found quite a few interesting things. And all I did was type ‘wheelchair vacations’. From renting some rubber made tires for wheelchairs for accessibility to the beach to organizations like Disney, I found a lot of services that can make things happen. Now I don’t know your particular situation in terms of coverage and severity but I can let you know there are even people who can perhaps visit your house that are specialists in your area. You’re not the first one with this problem and there are opportunities and charities out there.

The Lord gives us ideas, as well as strength and courage. Be creative. Maybe even call her school and find out what they suggest because they are probably prepared to answer you. I’ll even be glad to do the research for you if you are too nervous for that. Just PM me, and I’ll need general information such as the area you live in and the particulars of your child’s disease. Your friends who know you can probably come up with good ideas. Use your time creatively and you will find God supplying you with alternatives from everywhere. Get the search engines of your mind and your family focused on a goal. Your husband could certainly come up with ideas etc.

Best of the best,

Oak

Thank you, Oak, for your suggestions - ideas are always so helpful.

But most of all, I want to thank you for helping me to make a connection.......................

As well as kindly replying to this thread, you also replied to a post of mine on a thread you started - "Worthy Worry."

And I've just seen the connection!

In my o.p. here I admitted that it was selfishness on my part that made me dread the school holidays. Selfishness because my daughter consumes so much of my time; time that otherwise I would spend reading and studying the Bible or other such things - reading WORTHY posts, for instance - as this is what I most delight to do.

On your thread I posted about how we can elevate the Bible to such a position that it replaces the Living Lord Jesus in our lives.

And you have made the connection for me by posting here - that is exactly what I have done! I have elevated reading and talking ABOUT Jesus (in the Bible, here, in sermons etc) above LIVING Jesus and allowing Him to reveal Himself to my daughter in and through my ACTIONS. What a nitwit I am!

Praise the Lord that he has used your posts to open my eyes.

Thank you, dear brother in Christ.

[Fez]

Sister, you are human. Things we do or have to do often make us anxious, or bring out the "self" in us.

When I was looking after my mother (if you don't know, she was bedridden, paralyzed from the waist down, diabetic, blind in one eye, and little vision in the other, very deaf and in constant pain). I had to feed her, carry her to the bathroom (often at 3am), wash her, and do things no son should be asked to do to his mother - but one gets immune, and just does it). It nearly killed me, and I used to phone family at night in tears and at the very end of my tether).

Because she was deaf, she prayed out loud at night, and I heard her every prayer, and sometimes they drove me to tears. I asked her once, are you praying often (I was at work during the day).

She looked at me as though I was 10 years old again (I knew that look so well), and said "Of course! What else is there to do".

Jesus put her with me to teach me a servants heart (the hard way).

But also to show me what faith like a rock really is.

You are building treasure. You have a treasure in your daughter.

But your treasure is building in heaven.

And how sweet will be the reward!

Blessings

[methinkshe]

Sister, you are human. Things we do or have to do often make us anxious, or bring out the "self" in us.

When I was looking after my mother (if you don't know, she was bedridden, paralyzed from the waist down, diabetic, blind in one eye, and little vision in the other, very deaf and in constant pain). I had to feed her, carry her to the bathroom (often at 3am), wash her, and do things no son should be asked to do to his mother - but one gets immune, and just does it). It nearly killed me, and I used to phone family at night in tears and at the very end of my tether).

Because she was deaf, she prayed out loud at night, and I heard her every prayer, and sometimes they drove me to tears. I asked her once, are you praying often (I was at work during the day).

She looked at me as though I was 10 years old again (I knew that look so well), and said "Of course! What else is there to do".

Jesus put her with me to teach me a servants heart (the hard way).

But also to show me what faith like a rock really is.

You are building treasure. You have a treasure in your daughter.

But your treasure is building in heaven.

And how sweet will be the reward!

Blessings

Thank you for sharing that, Fez.

You are so right when you say: "Jesus put her with me to teach me a servants heart (the hard way)." I know that is true for me, too. Only yesterday I was meditating on the whole concept of the servant heart and servant leadership and how Jesus came to serve humanity. .

I wonder whether some of us (me, that is!) are so hard of heart (or hard of hearing!) that we can only learn this lesson the hard way - casting no aspersions on you, of course!

It is only in our service to others that the Lord Jesus in us is revealed to them, yet so often I duck the challenge. But when someone near and dear is so in need of help, it simply isn't possible to duck out.

I am now praying that the Lord will enable me, through His Spirit, to serve my daughter with joy instead of reluctance. Real joy, too, not just a pious pretence, and that is going to take a transformative work in my heart on the Lord's part - but with God all things are possible and I have faith that He will do that.

Already my burden feels lighter.

Thank you, dear brother.