I was headed to the therapist…again. This time, I was feeling a little anxious. I’m praying this time will be different. God, give me the words to say. God, show me that this isn’t all for nothing, God, I’m trying but I don’t know what else to do….etc. This is another trip to another facility with another therapist. I’m frustrated, overwhelmed, tired, and all I want to do is quit. I mean walk completely away from the situation. I walk in and walk straight into God’s love. I talk to the therapist and explain that no matter what we have tried, this child doesn’t understand. He doesn’t even want to. We are ready to give up. Don’t get me wrong, we want him to get the help he desperately needs. We want God to transform his mind in a way that shows God’s power and sovereignty. BUT we have been praying, hoping, teaching, doing therapy for years.

She had me stop and breathe…She confirmed the one thing I already knew. This has to be God. She can’t do anything to fix the brokenness, BUT God can. She has seen miracles and even though she wasn’t saying that a miracle would happen, she was saying she had seen miracles. There is hope. She encouraged me (in a way only another believer can do). My fears are fears for tomorrow. What happens next? What happens tomorrow? What do I do when he leaves the facility? How do I protect my family? How do I prepare him for adulthood? These are all fair questions…they need to be answered…they just don’t have to be answered, today. God used another believer to give me hope. He said I love you, I haven’t left the situation. She encouraged me to pray and to fast. Today, I’m going to trust God. I’m going to trust that no matter what the situation, he is on the throne. No matter the situation, he is a miracle worker. Romans 8:28 is still true.