Really Believe: Free From Worry

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As a special needs mom, I crave a sense of certainty about how I help my kids, how I advocate for them, and about their future.

Really believing what God says about who He is (capable, all knowing, all powerful, love) and who I am (chosen, loved,  guided, prepared, able, strong and courageous) is the key to being free from worry, doubt and anxiety.

Even so, I find trusting God completely an every day struggle.  Can you relate?

Let’s imagine how our struggles change when we really believe God:

* The mountains looming in our darkened path are flattened out before us as we take our first steps.

* Confidence embodies us as the Holy Spirit guides our steps and marinates us in His power.

* God infuses us with courage to go about the tasks He prepared for us.

* God wins the battle before we even start to fight.

When we really believe God, Worry and Fear have no choice but to leave. We can't worry and really believe in the same breath.

This is what I have been mulling over like the spices in Apple Cider. Mmmm-mmm. How I love this time of year!

And I really love how things look when I see them filtered through believing God, instead of through my distorted lenses this world hands me.

Our special-needs parenting travels a windy, untrodden path. It is not flattened down by the mounds of parents raising typical children. We pave the way for our kids through tall weeds and strong trees, trying to figure out what works, what doesn't, what gets us through just one more hour.

But God? He has this knack in directing our steps. He is the one who paves our path and offers to be our guide. (Proverbs 3:6 and 16:9)

When I really believe those promises, I can breathe out the stress Fear force feeds me, and breathe in the life-giving air God offers.

The other day I heard a new song (Christ In Me, by Tim Timmons). It was love at first sight. It’s melodic arms of hope-filled lyrics reached around me with a nice warm hug:

This song reminds me that God has this life-thing all figured out. And it reminds me that I can believe God and give up doubt, again.

I know I am not the only one who forgets to really believe. If we aren’t careful, we will be swept up with the circumstances and problems thrust before us on a daily basis.

That fact gives all the more reason to take the time each day to remember what God tells us is true,  and to stick the stake in the ground for the first time each day, and declare:

I really believe Christ in me!

How would your life look differently if you really believed Christ in you?

This is the first post in the Really Believe series, where I will explore some of  the things that are bound to change if we really believe God. 

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A Sensory Ride: What Would The Bus Say?

 

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Hi Stevie, this is Bus.

I was watching you today, as I do most school days.  I saw you trying to get comfortable but the seat-belt was too tight and you couldn’t lean forward at all. It isn't supposed to be that way.

You should be able to shift your position and sit comfortably on my bench seat. It isn’t a part of me—that car seat with the harness buckle. I just want you to know that.

I have gentle seat-belts like you have in the cars in your driveway. My belts would never keep you so tightly against my bench back that you can’t take a deep breath without feeling restricted by the straps.

Maybe you could ask the Ed Techs to loosen the straps for you?  It would be a lot better than getting upset because you aren’t comfortable. I think it would take the edge off, and help you relax into my seats.

Lately, I’ve felt your bouncing more on my bench seats. I am glad my cushions could absorb that energy for you so you don’t get hurt. Can you imagine if they were metal or wooden benches? That would make a painful ride. My bouncy seats keep people comfortable while they ride on me.

When I come to a stop sign, I must stop. My bounciness also stops. When the bouncing stops, you start to get antsy like you want to keep on bouncing. Then you start thrashing and kicking and that is really hard on me.

But it must be helping you in some way or you wouldn’t do it.

Is my engine causing a vibration that is like a tickle to you so you kick into me to stop the vibes? Maybe you just like the deep-pressure sensation in your legs when you kick the seat in front of you?

Your cries are loud and my frame and cushions absorb it from you so it doesn’t stay out in the open to hurt your ears.  The problem is the other people on my benches also hear your wailing, and they can’t absorb it like I can.

It hurts them.  I see the smaller ones cover their ears to muffle the sounds. I see the bigger ones try to calm you down.

Most of the time it doesn’t work so they hold you back against my seat. They are trying to keep you from getting up from your seat while I’m moving.  They just want to keep you safe!

It looks terrifying to see you held back against me like that. Your face changes with every muscle tight.  Drops stroll down from your reddened eyes, glistening as the travel off your face. Your body stiffens and contorts, and become so very strong!  You try everything to be loose of them.

They aren’t trying to hurt you. It’s just the opposite: they are trying to help you!  They would let go of you if you could be safe while you sit in my seat.

Remember when you would bring all your stuffed critters with you to play with on my seats? That was a great way to entertain yourself and stay calm on the bus!  But then you started throwing them at the driver.  Those toys didn’t hurt me though.  Now they are up front by my face, next to the driver’s seat so I get to enjoy them.  (And, I think the driver likes them too.)

Your critters are soft, vibrant and fun to look at. When I used watch you play with them, it made me really happy, just like you!

Your happiness spreads to everyone around you—especially to me.  I could watch you all day long. Your sweet face barely contains all the happiness it expresses. Your eyes look big and deep into your critters as your mouth stretches wide, like it’s not possible to hold back the joy within your heart. Sound almost escapes but you don’t want to make the noise. It would be so loud and hurt your ears so you hold that all inside. It thrills me to see you overwhelmed by joy.

Most people who ride on my seats don’t experience the intensity of emotions that you do.  Most riders stifle their feelings, because of the other people around them. But you don’t. You are pure 100% “you”--  un-hindered.

It is a breath of fresh air for me. It’s like opening my windows to have someone like you ride me every day to school.

So I am happy to absorb your extra sounds and energy when you need me too. I am here and I am able to handle it. I will absorb all I can and try my best to give you a nice ride to and from school each day.

You are welcome on my seats and I am happy to assist you.

With much love and adoration,

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At this time, Stevie is doing great on his bus to and from school!  For many years (and still from time-to-time) he had extreme difficulties with panic attacks and sensory issues on the bus.  This post is written with intent to explore some of the reasons why it had been so hard for him.  

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