I saw God taking care of two special needs boys and one tired mama.
When my friend, Jodi, asked me to go with her to a doctor’s appointment for her severely autistic five-year-old son as moral support and to watch her eight-year-old in the waiting room, I have to admit, I balked. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to. I was afraid I wasn’t going to be all that her special needs children needed me to be.
She had recently injured her shoulder – could she handle the four-hour round-trip drive? If she couldn’t, my non-driver’s license status couldn’t bail her out. Despite her assurances to the contrary, I still wasn’t sure Gabe, the autistic child, accepted me. Finally, as any non-family member would worry, would older brothter Dustin obey me as we sat waiting for an indefinite time? But I’m the lady who constantly says that God can do anything above what we can ask or imagine so surely God would give me what I needed to be at my best for this family.