For all you theater fans, you know that means the actor that can sing, dance and act. For all you sports fan, you have a favorite player who is fabulous at all three of the skills of running, passing, and kicking. How about your favorite three flavors of gourmet cupcakes?
For some of us, this means, being a single-parent home-schooler of a special needs child.
It is true that in this role, we have to wear many hats…too many, really, if we try and be what we are not. Anytime we try to be the missing parent, we will get burned out. Anytime we try to make up to a child for the pain of losing a parent, or of their being disabled, or the many ways our own weaknesses and foibles may affect them, we reach too far, and extend ourselves in a way that is not sustainable long term. At some point, we will weary of the load, and feel the need to chuck some of it. That can be good to do, but a bit shocking if it comes suddenly and without warning.
We are far better taking stock of who we are, what skills and abilities that God HAS blessed us with, and walking out this journey inside those boundaries, and trusting God to make up the rest. “Listen! The LORD’s arm is not too weak to save you, nor is his ear too deaf to hear you call.” Isaiah 59:1
I remember the day that I stopped trying to be the father of my boys, and resorted to just being their mom. I cried and beat my pillow and my Lord sat by my side, and held my hand, and listened to the cries of my heart. He understood my desire to be ALL to my boys, but sweetly told that me that He had been there the whole time, fathering my boys, and that “letting go now”, wouldn’t change anything, except to lighten my stress load.
There were many times after that, that I would be exasperated by one of my children’s attitudes, and wishing for the physical presence of a man, with a deep voice. In my lack of knowing what to do next, I would throw this problem at the feet of my Husband, and say, “Well, you know that I am out of ideas, please take this child and Father him!” Not more than a few hours or days later, my wayward son would experience a lesson so made in particular for him, that I knew it was his Father teaching him in a way that I could never have invented.
This same type of experience was had when needing help discerning where to seek and find the next therapy, or help in providing for my children, or in needing a kind word of encouragement for myself.
God has used our neighbors, clients, doctors, chiropractor, and even a couple of lawyers to support and encourage me, and to parent my children.
Over the years, I have stopped looking at my life as my biggest threat, but as the biggest opportunity to drink deep of the cup that my Lord fills for me, to over-flowing. We have supped with Him, sharing His sufferings, as well as the everlasting mercies He shows to the fatherless and widow!
“Be still in the presence of the LORD, and wait patiently for him to act,” and above all, rejoice in the life that you have! ~ Psalm 37:7