I’m at The MOB Society today …
We recently moved from Pennsylvania to Texas and entered what we will refer to in years to come as our “fiery furnace season.” Not only did we have to adjust to the Texas heat, but so many of our plans fell through, causing us all to suffer, especially our younger son who has autism. He moved away from a team of amazing therapists and teachers, and into a school that didn’t meet his needs in the way that we were used to. It was hard to see him suffer like that.
We prayed and prayed. “God, open up an opportunity for the therapy he needs. Help calm his anxiety at school and at home. Bring people into our lives who can guide us through this new system. Help him sleep through the night so we can all sleep through the night. Allow him to learn new words so he can communicate his needs. Please God, help him.”
We prayed for him and hoped God would answer our prayers, but would He answer the way we wanted Him to?