We need community. But true community takes shape when the real living people in that community share their lives with each other. We create order out of chaos when we share our stories. When you share your story, you are sharing hope.
There’s always something we can feel guilty about as a Mum. The world around me can make me feel I ought to be and need to be super-Mum. But in the midst of the mundane, God is for me, encouraging me on, loving the very best out of me.
Getting away for coffee or a trip out of town for a weekend for those of us caring for someone with special needs is really a luxury. So, when my (Cindi’s) sister and our two daughters and sons-in-law offered to tag team care for Joey, we booked a trip almost on the spot. We made a plan for our escape! Here’s how we made the trip great for us and for Joey.
Support from others is great, but I learned early on that I have to find ways to encourage myself. I have to take ownership of my own mental wellbeing and emotions. When I am feeling down, I can't rely on others to pick me back up. I can’t wait for my pastor to show up to pray; I have to find strength to pray.
In a Bible story, four men experienced a similar trial, but they weren’t alone. They could each relate to the physical, emotional and spiritual pain the others were experiencing; they found each other for support. They understood each other better than anyone else could.
My autistic non-verbal son has picked up some interesting habits recently. My son, who I always assumed was demonstrating illogical and repetitive behaviors due to his autism, was possibly copying what I did and trying to do the same things. He was legitimately observing my actions and trying to emulate them in the best ways he possibly could. He was watching me.