Getting Caught

One of the first things I remember thinking was a little odd regarding my older son, is that he didn't seem to be aware of my coming into a room, or leaving it. He was immersed in doing whatever he was doing--usually involving close inspection of electrical outlets, or opening and closing a cabinet door--that he just wasn't aware.

It wasn't that he didn't care if I was there or not, he very much did.

I remember one time when we had him and his twin sister stay at a friends house for a few hours while we went out to eat (those were the good ole days).

Sage was having so much fun discovering all there was to discover with the giant fluffy couch and shades, that he didn't respond when we said, "Goodbye!", even after multiple attempts.

While Sage was busy checking out the new house, Hope ran to us, crying, and didn't want us to leave her.

We didn't think Sage cared if we left or not.

The babysitters later told us that about 45 minutes after we left, he started crying and would not calm down, until we arrived.

It was not an attachment issue, as some writings on autism may lead you to believe. It was simply that he wasn't aware of what was going on in his surroundings.  Although he could hear the auditory information around him, he had no way to process it in a meaningful way.

He acted as if he were deaf.  For all practical purposes, he was.

Stevie was the same way as Sage, but he did have a hearing problem.  He had fluid in his ears for the 2nd year of life, and didn't have the opportunity to learn how to process sound until tubes were in place.

With our baby girl, now 15 months of age, I see the extreme opposite in her behavior.

The other day  while Joy was sleeping, I decided to sneak out and get my day started.

I gingerly step past her, walking down the stairs avoiding all the previously discovered squeaky planks, to the bathroom to take my shower.

By the time I was done, she was awake and up, playing happily in the kitchen.

In my attempt to be sneaky, I'd forgotten to bring clean clothes down, but on the couch was the fresh pile of clean laundry (the ONE pile next to the massive number of loads yet to do) so I figured I'd be real quiet and grab some clean clothes while she was in the kitchen.

In the past, as long as I could avoid eye contact with the little ones, I could get away with something like this.

But not with her!

She saw me quietly walk out and she trotted her little self quickly over to me, her foot patterns reminding me of my mother-in-law adding all that extra cuteness to the moment.

Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. (James 4:8)

She didn't stop there though.  She walked around from behind me, to right in front of me. She looked up at me and lifted her arms for me to pick her up with that "Here I am!" expression on her adorable face.

In that moment, I decided to wear my pajamas a wee bit longer.  Clothes could wait; picking up my darling became the only thing on my agenda.

Joy confidently sought me out. She was aware of my 'comings and goings'.  Even when I was trying to hide it; she was intensely interested in finding me.

Let us then approach God’s throne of grace with confidence, so that we may receive mercy and find grace to help us in our time of need.  (Hebrews 4:16)

Oftentimes we try to sneak around or hide from God so we can get what we want to do finished before He finds us.

But He knows, He sees. He is ever-watching, always aware of our every move. And even so, he passionately seeks us out to capture our attention--not because he needs something from us, but purely because he loves us and wants us to engage with Him.

Like Sage, we often care very much about God  and want to give him our attention, but we are distracted by the other things in life.  The distractions block our attention, so we aren't aware of the voice of God, calling for us to come to Him.

Or, maybe some of what God is saying to us does gets through, but we have not learned how to process it in a meaningful way.

Distractions are the fluid that blocks our hearing.

When God is trying to get our attention, we have to learn to process his voice as meaningful information.  Do we respond to Him?

Or, are our ears filled with distractions, needing tubes to drain away the extraneous auditory stimulation, vying for our attention, so we are able to hear what is important?

We may need surgery to put tubes in our ears, but it will be worth it.  He is chasing us down, like Joy chases me down, seeking us out to deepen our intensely desired relationship with Him.

Have you been caught by God?

Psalm 139: 1-12

O Lord, you have examined my heart
    and know everything about me.
You know when I sit down or stand up.
    You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.
You see me when I travel
    and when I rest at home.
    You know everything I do.
You know what I am going to say
    even before I say it, Lord.
You go before me and follow me.
    You place your hand of blessing on my head.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
    too great for me to understand!

I can never escape from your Spirit!
    I can never get away from your presence!
If I go up to heaven, you are there;
    if I go down to the grave,[a] you are there.
If I ride the wings of the morning,
    if I dwell by the farthest oceans,
10 even there your hand will guide me,
    and your strength will support me.
11 I could ask the darkness to hide me
    and the light around me to become night—
12     but even in darkness I cannot hide from you.
To you the night shines as bright as day.
    Darkness and light are the same to you.

 

NO! Parents Are Not Allowed!

"Dash, did you fold all your clean clothes and put them in the closet and put the dirty ones in the hamper?" I note there are zero clothes in the dirty clothes hamper.

"Yeah, I did!  They're in the closet!" He's trying to be proud of himself but guilt is written all over his face!

"But did you fold them all up and put them away or did you shove them into closet on the floor?"

"Shoved them on the floor...nooOOOOoooo, you (I) fold them all up!"

"Really?  If I looked in your closet do you think I would think they are folded up and put away?"

"No... Yeeessss!" He sits in front of the door to make sure I cannot open it.

"Can I see?"

"No!  You cannot open the door. Parents are not allowed!" He's sprawling even more over the floor space in front of the closet door, sweat starts forming on his forehead, and I think, just maybe, his nose might have grown a little bit in the last 5 minutes!

Who is it that says kids with autism can't lie, aren't able to think about something from someone else's point of view?

Sometimes I really wonder if some of this stuff is really true, or if it is just that they aren't able to communicate in a way that demonstrates all they understand.

Either way, I had a lot of fun with Dash on this, wondering what he would say and do.  It was such a typical kid sort of thing to do.

And such a typical grown-up sort of thing to do.

I wonder how silly we look when we try to hide things from God, or give him a partial truth. We know he knows all things, yet we still keep some stuff wrinkled and shoved under the shelves in the closet, pretending that if we just ignore it, it will go away.

Kind of like Adam & Eve...  (Gen 3:11)  Did they really think they could get away with not telling the whole truth?

Psalm 139

"1 O LORD, you have searched me
and you know me.

2 You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.

3 You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.

4 Before a word is on my tongue
you know it completely, O LORD."

In some ways it is scary to have all thoughts known... I mean, he even knows those thoughts.

On the other hand, it is a wonderful thing to be known so completely, lies and faults included,  and yet accepted 100%.

To be regarded as the "apple of his eye" (Deut 32:10, Zech 2:8)

I wonder if Adam and Eve realized that in as much as they desired that apple in the garden, that God desired them and even more so?

I wonder if we realize that too.

I wonder how we would act differently if we deeply understood the kind of passion the Father has for us, newly each day as we awake?

Psalm 139

"17 How precious are your thoughts about me, O God.
They cannot be numbered!
18 I can’t even count them;
they outnumber the grains of sand!
And when I wake up,
you are still with me!"

And when I wake up, you are still with me!

How do you imagine your days would be different?