When Christians Wound Our Special Need’s Families

When my lonely middle-schooler with autism apologized to the girls in her class regarding some prior behavior, she was met with a cool silence.  As a mom there to lend support to my daughter, that silence was one of the most emotionally painful moments I have every experienced. Katie’s words all but begged for understanding and hugs but no one budged from the circle on the gym floor. Only one sweet girl told Katie she understood and would always love her.  God bless that girl!

Still—I was shocked and wounded at the global lack of support from my daughter’s PE teacher and her classmates at the Christian school. Katie had demonstrated courage to face the class with an apology but the response was cold indifference instead of grace and forgiveness. I don’t blame the girls. It was the teacher’s duty to lead her students in extending grace and care to a wounded soul. I am as sinful as anyone, so any fingers I point come right back at me.  However, after the tears finally dried in my eyes, I wrote this poem to help me heal from that excruciating experience.  I hope it might get passed on to someone who will be prompted to respond more compassionately in a similar situation.

 

IGNORING THE SHEPHERD’S CALL

The Shephard dove in to save his little lambs
From murky waters
He dove into disease, sin and outlandish behavior

He brought them out of the mud
The well, the sick, the stained, the hurting
And He washed them clean with his robe

The ones who were already saved
Are called to dive with the Shepherd
To restore the lost and rejected

But out of fear
They substitute love
With modest clothing, neat hair, and empty words

They stay where the water is clean
Where they can see the bottom
And the dirty lambs drown

The Shepherd cries for his black sheep
Still stuck in the mire
For He loves them

But the white fluffy sheep
Will not take His strength
To carry them out of the mud

Dear children, let us not love with words or speech but with actions and in truth.  I John 3:18.

Finding Joy in the Face of Sorrow and Disappointment

I admit it. Hearing about the accomplishments of friends and their children sometimes can make me feel sad. Especially at this time of year, whether the information comes from holiday letters, Facebook, or from personal conversation, it seems that a lot of talk centers around what people are doing with their time and life. For mothers of children with special needs, it can be difficult not to make comparisons among children and to feel disappointment. I usually feel sad in such situations, but some parents can feel pretty angry when parents talk too much about how well their children are doing. Evidence of this is the book and website called, “Shut Up About Your Perfect Kid!”.
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