God Is Awesome

Cami and I sit on my parents’ couch together, watching the end of a Christian-produced movie about adoption and China.

She hasn’t watched the whole movie with me. She’s been busy watching Balto and playing in my parents’ living room. She’s been chewing bubble gum and practicing blowing bubbles. She’s succeeding. She walks around the house with these little nickel-sized bubbles sticking out between her lips.

She wanders in and asks, “Whatcha watchin’?”

I tell her it’s a Jesus movie, and it’s almost over.

She joins me on the couch as the story arc reveals the very predictable yet miraculous way everything works out.

She asks, “Why is this a Jesus movie?”

I don’t know what to say. I say something like, “People make movies about how God works good things in their lives.” I really just want to finish watching the movie instead of answering her questions.

We watch the last five minutes of the story. Everything works out better than any man could have planned, and they all sing a song in church together. The movie is a little cheesy, but not as bad as some Christian films I’ve attempted to watch. After all, in real life, everything seldom works out so neatly.

Here’s the point: The movie credits start rolling, and the people are still singing, and through her chewing gum, Cami says, “God is awesome.”

Out of the blue. Just like that.

“God is awesome.”

Then she blows another gum-bubble, gets up off the couch, and returns to her “playroom” in the living room.

I sit there, marveling at how she gets it and I almost missed it. Faith isn’t like real life. Trust doesn’t always smooth the story arc into a nice, neat, meaningful package.

Yet, the theme of the story never changes:

God is awesome.

That’s all. That’s enough.

Trying to see through Cami-eyes,

Cassandra

 

Myths and Truths About Autism

Reprinted with the express permission of Dr. Tippy.

In honor of Autism Awareness Month, a guest post follows by Dr. Gil Tippy, clinical director of the Rebecca School in New York City for children on the autism spectrum ages 4 to 21. He is coauthor, with Dr. Stanley I. Greenspan, of Respecting Autism, a book about 16 students and the tactics that have best helped them.

 

The myth: Autism is a disorder of memory.
The truth: Autism Spectrum Disorders (ASD) are disorders of relating and communicating, not disorders of memory.  This may seem obvious, given that the general public has seen great memories in action—in the movie Rain Man, for instance—but the people supplying the bulk of the interventions in autism seem to have forgotten it.  In general, kids on the autism spectrum have very good memories.  In fact, their parents generally report that their kids remember the littlest, seemingly insignificant details of everything.  Kids see the trees very clearly, but cannot see the forest; they have trouble being big picture thinkers.  That is why interventions that work on cramming kids’ memories with endless facts, drilling on meaningless detail, are ineffective and harmful.  What kids on the spectrum need are interventions that focus on the core deficits of autism: relating and communicating.

The myth: Kids with ASDs are not interested in communicating.
The truth: Kids with ASDs very much want to communicate and get their needs met, but have not yet seen that the way we generally communicate, with it’s subtle social rules, is something they can do.  Kids communicate constantly, and they need clinicians and teachers who can appreciate their communications.  Interventions should never be aimed at “extinguishing behaviors” by punishment or ignoring, as those behaviors are the communications of the kids.  For example, one student I know was on a program where the goal was to extinguish “inappropriate smiling!”  I guess the theory was that the smiling seemed to be out of context, and so was inappropriate.  I wanted to treat the smiling as a communication, and worked hard to understand what the student was trying to tell us and then respond appropriately to what the he was trying to say.  Teachers and parents need to be shown how to understand what is underlying a behavior, and to use the child’s natural desire to communicate as an ally in the attempt to invite kids into our world.  “Extinguishing behaviors” is really just stifling a child’s voice.

The myth: Kid’s with ASDs must be taught differently, by giving them a reward to get them what we want them to do.
The truth: Virtually every kid that I encounter at the Rebecca School comes after burning out on being taught some repetitive skills or facts, over and over, in order to earn some food reward or brief break-time reward.  The kids soon figure out how to get the reward, but the tasks are tedious and boring to them, and like the intelligent kids they are, they begin to rebel.  The parents tell me their kids dread the work, and that they, the parents came to dread making the kids do it.  One parent described the clinicians who did this work with their kid as “the Vampires who come to our house!”  Usually, by the time I meet them, the parents and kids are looking for a better way, and are glad to have a more respectful, developmental approach used.

Kids are kids, and they want to be in the world with their loving families and caregivers.  Kids with spectrum disorders can and will learn when you respectfully try to understand what they are saying, follow their lead in the sense that you use their interests to hook them into interactions that you can use to expand their capabilities, and respect the idea that they have ideas and thoughts just as valid and important as ours.  The notion that they have to be drilled to complete some set of things that we impose on them, to some level of accuracy, is bad education.  Typical kids and adults don’t learn effectively this way—just look at the teaching-to-the-test failures of No Child Left Behind. Kids with spectrum disorders do not learn this way either.  Love, respect, sparking a child’s interest, these are the keys to learning, not reward and punishment.

The myth: Kids with ASDs tend to be intellectually disabled.
The truth: In my experience with kids across the autism spectrum, kids with spectrum disorders have intelligence at least equal to the people working with them, often higher!  The myth that kids with spectrum disorders are intellectually disabled is very entrenched.  I recently was forced to sit through a presentation at an important early childhood education conference, where a nationally famous doctor told the audience that kids on the spectrum are usually intellectually disabled as well!  This myth comes from the limited world of testing, where all of the tests generally done assume that kids are at the developmental level where they can think abstractly.  Neuro-typical kids generally get there before their fourth birthday, but kids with spectrum disorders most likely are not yet thinking abstractly, and so do not perform on these tests.  As a result, their test results make them look like they have intellectual disabilities, when in fact, they have developmental disorders that make the tests inappropriate!  Test them in their areas of interest, outside of their developmental challenges, and you find intensely focused, bright kids with fabulous memories.  The failure of the tests is rarely mentioned or understood.

If you treat kids with ASDs with respect, kindness, attention to their valiant attempts at communication and love, you watch them grow and develop just like all kids will.  When you ignore their basic humanities and rights you do them a disservice, and no teacher, parent or caregiver ever has the right to do that, even in the name of “evidence-based treatment.”  Treat kids the way you would like to be treated, the way you would like your children to be treated, and you can avoid mistakes built on these four common myths about autism spectrum disorders.

 

 

 

Resurrections…

I know Easter is past, but indulge me – I’m still enjoying thinking about resurrections :) ….

For instance, Easter weekend 3 years ago, I remember driving to the beach for refreshment with a few friends. I love the beach!  Blue-green waves, diving birds, leaping porpoises, moonlight. Shells. I have many happy memories of my family on the beach…

My parents had just died, six months earlier, but I had done most of my grieving by the time they went to Glory. So I was really surprised when I saw the familiar sea, with its memories of days past, to be suddenly pushed under by a wave of grief. You know when you stand in the waves, with your back to the ocean, how a wave can sneak up on you, and plunge you under, leaving you choking for air? Exactly like that.

In fresh grief, I pored over e-v-e-r-y word of the Easter Story that weekend in Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John…and eventually, dwelling on that event resurrected my joy. My parents were alive and well in glory, because Jesus has conquered death, forever!  “God will redeem my soul from the power of the grave, for He shall receive me. Selah.” Ps 49:15

Then last week I witnessed a completely different example of resurrection…

I am nursing one of the young adults in our extended family who is fighting cancer, for the 2nd time. Everything had smoothed out after the first treatment, when suddenly (and I mean in the incredibly short span of an hour) infection overtook his diseased body, and by the time we raced to the ER,  most of his body systems were failing fast. It was 36 hrs before life really took hold again. A LONG 36 hours. But 4 days later, after a speed pass through ICU, he had a spring back in his step as I followed his tennis shoes down the hall (pushing his IV pole, of course).  “Resurrection” was the single word that came to my mind!

Last but not least, by any means, a resurrection has happened in my marriage these last 2 months. We always live with bipolar disorder in our marriage, so in that sense, there is always chronic disease which, if not monitored, saps the health of our marriage – either slowly or dramatically. This was the slowly-turned-dramatic scenario. We ended up in the ICU of marriages, with a whole team giving personal and marital CPR. I could hear taps being played, somewhere in the distance.

But God intervened. Actually, I could just say, “But God.” Period. When I allow God into the middle of my crisis – any crisis, He changes the equation (for the good). This time, He gave me needed clarity and courage while medications stabilized, and granted my husband the breakthrough he needed to conquer the infection of suspicion that comes so easily to him. Our marriage was resurrected! (no more taps)

Now we’re in the dig-out-phase where it’s imperative we “make straight paths for your feet, so that the limb which is lame may not be put out of joint, but rather be healed.” Hebrew 12:13  This phase is slow, because there is woundedness and mistrust that can only be overcome by “straight” paths – consistency, patience, counsel, accountability. We’ve tried the “just put it behind you – move on,” but that’s like trying to run on a freshly broken leg. We will run again, but not today. Today we limp. BUT a limp is a long way from being in the grave!

And for this resurrection, we are humbly, eternally grateful.

Thankyou for your prayers…

Lovingly,

Joan

Power

To the crowd of parents for whom parenting comes easily: I salute you. You, of the Mommy and Me classes, filled scrapbooks, and hand-made baby food. The closest I ever got to making baby food was mashing an over-ripe banana for Noah. Your children are tidy, and quiet, and obedient. They don’t talk back. My two-year-old looked at me today and retorted, “Shut up, mama.” I have a law degree. You’d think I’d be able to present him with a case for why this is inappropriate.

I made a visit to my friend’s house recently. She is an ICU nurse at a major hospital in Baltimore. She has two kids, an immaculate house, and the kindest, most complacent children I’ve ever met. Her children are apparently drinking some magical elixir given to her by a genie. This is my best explanation for her situation.

This parenting business is tricky, sticky, exhausting, and inscrutable. I wing it every day. I have given up on parenting manuals because of conflicting advice and the sheer force it takes to finish a book in less than a year. I occasionally catch a few minutes of “The Nanny,” and that’s all it takes to convince me I’ve already dropped the ball. You see, it all requires WAAAAY more follow through than I’ve been mustering. “Time outs” are more like “you’re in trouble if you can get up and walk yourself over to the mat.”

And then I hear stuff like this:

“[Autistic kids] don’t have a father around to tell them, ‘Don’t act like a moron. You’ll get nowhere in life….’ [They should be told,] “’straighten up. Act like a man. Don’t sit there crying and screaming, idiot.’ In 99 out of 100 cases, an autistic kid is a brat who hasn’t been told to cut the act out.’” (Comments of radio talk show host Michael Savage, July 2008). http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/22/business/media/22sava.html?_r=1

Oh that you were a fly in my kitchen, Mr. Savage, and I, with three fly-swatters and dead-accurate aim.

I’ll tell you what parenting feels like most of the time: a power-struggle. It’s the struggle in a public place between you and your overloaded son with autism. It’s the quiet struggle between your inner critic and the barely-audible “tsk-tsk” of the woman two booths over at the pizza joint – or that microphone jockey who thinks what your son has is a case of poor parenting. It’s the struggle between you and your husband on the best way to handle a conflict between your children, or the struggle between the will and the mind, when the will wants to pull the covers over her unwashed hair, and all the mind can think is, “The critical task of raising these kids MUST be undertaken well.” (And also, “They’ll get me back in therapy someday if I don’t get out of this bed.” But mostly, the more important stuff.)

When it comes right down to it, I lack the power for any of this parenting business. I am but a vapor in the wind, a mist (James 4:14). Vapors aren’t a terribly powerful phenomena. It stands to reason that I can do nothing without power from another Source – He who made the mist in the first place.

“I pray that you will begin to understand how incredibly great His power is to help those who believe in Him.” (Ephesians 1:19-20).

Power for parenting’s workload; the power to see it through, and well. I could use some of that right about now.

- Sarah

Made to Worship

Draw near to God and He will draw near to you. James 4:8a

I love the truth of that verse: that if we draw near to God, He promises to draw near to us.

In the midst of our current challenges, I am learning in a deeper way the power of worship. By worship I mean combining the truth of Scripture and heartfelt praise to God for who He is and what He has done.

Years ago, I heard a pastor say, “We were made to worship. We become what/who we worship. The question is who or what are we worshipping?”

Recently, I have been more intentional about finding ways to worship Jesus throughout my day (especially when I don’t FEEL like it!) and I have been amazed by the impact it has had. For me, the cumulative effect of consistent worship over the past week has been greater than any single act of worship, although sometimes I notice immediate effects.  Overall, I have noticed a change in my perspective and increased hope, joy and peace in the midst of my struggles.

Here are some of the ways to worship that I have found helpful.

*Starting my day reading a Psalm or part of a psalm. (They lend themselves to worship.)

*Thanking God for at least three things. (I woke up today; coffee; my favorite pair of jeans. Some days this is all I can muster. ;) )

*Choosing a verse to think about throughout the day. (Write it on an index card or type it in your phone where you can see it throughout the day.)

*Listening and singing to some of my favorite praise & worship songs. (On a run, in the car, in the shower, etc. If I can’t listen to one, singing part of one in my head.)

*Intentionally looking for at least one beautiful thing in nature to praise God for as I run errands or simply as I leave or return home.

*Praying simple prayers throughout the day. (Thank you for your presence.  Lord, you are good.  You are faithful.)

*Thanking God for personal ways He has revealed Himself to me recently or in the past.

*Confessing doubt, fear, wrong attitudes etc. and asking for the opposite. (I confess I am afraid, please help me to have peace.  I need your peace, Lord.)

*Writing in a journal. Sometimes I write a sentence prayer, sometimes-lengthy prayers or what is going on in life. Depends on my mood and time.  For those not prone to writing or for whom writing is a challenge (certain learning disorders) try photo journaling.  Snap a picture of something that you think is beautiful, symbolic, or helps you to worship God. Put these in an album with a word or two to remember what caused you to take the picture for you to review periodically.

I am always looking for new ideas to keep things “fresh,” so please share any practical, yet powerful, ideas of how you seek to praise and worship our great God in the midst of everyday life.

Drawing near,

~Lynn

 

From a Boy to a Man

 

Stephen, 4 years old

For so many years Stephen and I had a great codependent relationship going on. I always thought it was his “fault” and that I was at his mercy, but now I’m seeing things a little differently. Over the past year we have pushed a lot of changes on Stephen (AS). One of the biggest changes was that I was going to begin treating him like the young man he is becoming and not the little boy he used to be (sometimes it is hard for us mamas to recognize the difference). And, I have to say that he has taken it like a man.

When it comes to school I have almost completely left him on his own to manage his assignments and communicate with his teachers. With only a couple of exceptions due to extraordinary circumstances during the year did I intervene at all, and my input was minimal—that was a BIG change from previous years.
 

Stephen, Katie & Andrew, April, 2012

On the home front, my husband and I have taken a few short trips recently and when I’ve been out of town there have been entire days that I have not had a phone call or text from Stephen needing assurance or help from me in any way. I have to admit that as a mother there is a moment of sadness when I realize that my children don’t “need” me as much anymore. But, there is also a moment, especially when parenting a child with a hidden disability, when I thank God that my child feels confident enough to make it through the day on his own.

Stephen just turned 15. I would say that while he was 14 we saw monumental growth on his part (and mine, as I learned to let go and let him fly on his own). I can’t wait to see what God has in store for him this year. He will be pushed in new ways with his older brother graduating from high school and moving away for college, his parents being gone for an extended vacation without him this summer…and a shorter summer than ever before because school will start at the beginning of August. From what I’ve seen over the last year, I think he’s up for the challenge!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~Louise

 

A Time for Everything

There is an appointed time for everything.  And there is a time for every event under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1

We had a major event happen at our house yesterday.   My son had his hair cut!  You will understand my excitement when I tell you it has been over a year since his hair has been cut.  Somehow he was thinking he could “hide” behind his hair and no one could see “him” so when he told me he wanted to get his hair cut, this was MAJOR and we left IMMEDIATELY to get it cut!

Thank the Lord, his medications are starting to kick in and there is light beginning to shine in the darkness.  He even asked about going to church Sunday!  He has not been able to go because of the paranoia and auditory hallucinations but has been listening to his favorite pastors on his I-pod whenever he can.  He has about a 3 hour time span from mid-morning to afternoon when he can comprehend better and uses that time to read his Bible and listen to his favorite pastors.

I have been praying about us going to a new church and I believe the time is now. We left our church for a year after my son got sick because of misunderstandings about mental illness.   We went to another church for awhile but mostly stayed home and watched pastors on TV and studied the Bible.  It was a time for some soul-searching and healing for me, which was much needed, and a time for seeking the Lord privately.  I went back to my church after this because that had been my “church family” for many years and I needed the fellowship.  After some time, I realized I could not change their understanding of my son’s illness/disability, only the Lord could do that.  I have accepted that and God alone knows their hearts.  The Lord has brought closure now because I have realized my son needs a church family too who understands, accepts, and loves him with his illness/disability.   Pray for us on this journey.

Isaiah 58:6-11

6.  Is not this the fast that I choose; to loose the bonds of wickedness, to undo the straps of the yoke, to let the oppressed go free, and to break every yoke?

7.  Is it not to share your bread with the hungry and bring the homeless poor into your house; when you see the naked, to cover him, and not to hide yourself from your own flesh?

8.  Then shall your light break forth like the dawn, and your healing shall spring up speedily; your righteousness shall go before you; the glory of the Lord shall be your rear guard.

9.  Then you shall call, and the Lord will answer; you shall cry, and he will say, “Here I am.”
If you take away the yoke from your midst, the pointing of the finger, and speaking wickedness,

10. If you pour yourself out for the hungry and satisfy the desire of the afflicted, then shall your light rise in the darkness and your gloom be as the noonday.

11. And the Lord will guide you continually and satisfy your desire in scorched places and make your bones strong; and you shall be like a watered garden, like a spring of water, whose waters do not fail.

Gabrielle

Beautiful child in the darkness

Sometimes in the dark valleys of my life, slogging through the muck and mire of motherhood, I resist the suffering and pain in my child’s life and cry out, “Why must we pay so dearly for other people’s sin and bad choices???”

Every day my child and I reap ten-fold the sin and destruction sown by a confused young girl in a broken country half way around the world.  He sees the world as against him – because it was those first two years in an orphanage when he was forming his lens though which he would look at the world the rest of his life.  He wants to control…me, his sibling, his teachers, his world – because he couldn’t control his life as a baby and he almost died of starvation, sickness and neglect.  He rejects my love, because when adults should have met his needs, he was left to cry until he gave up, so adults are not to be trusted.  (Pity the poor orphanage worker whose job it was to care for 12 starving and sick babies – did the crying ever stop??)

Why should my beautiful child write in huge letters at the therapist’s office, “I am WORTHLESS”?  His young mother’s inability to care for him makes him believe he is not worth caring for… and subconsciously he is trying to get us, his parents, to validate this with his provoking behavior. “I hate you!” he screams at me as he smashes the picture of our new family on the day we took him out of the orphanage.  Later, he admits that he really hates himself (because she, his birthmother, didn’t love him.)

And I, the mother who quit her career to mother him, feel worthless myself, because all the love I have poured into him has not healed the gaping emotional wounds of those first two years.  I cry out to God in my distress (“why is it so hard? will he ever heal?”), my confusion (“is there something else I should or could be doing?”), my fear (“his anger scares me, what will become of him? will he ever truly love?”)

Then, I am drawn again to Jesus, who also paid so dearly for the sins of others.  “Surely our griefs He Himself bore and our sorrows He carried…. But He was pierced through for our transgressions.  He was crushed for our iniquities.  The chastening for our well being fell upon Him and by His scourging we are healed.” (Isaiah 53: 4-5).

And, still in the dark with my wounded child, I am comforted.

~ Trauma Mama

Thank you Lord for effective meds

Sometimes it takes going without to realize how deeply grateful you can be for something. The something in particular is Jocelyn’s ADD meds. She is back on them on a daily basis and I could dance with joy. I can hardly believe how much she has been focused and how much she has accomplished. It is simply lovely and amazing. In retrospect I wonder if I should have resisted the meds as long as I did when she was little. She started meds when she was 11 and they have been such a help. I didn’t trust the safety of them and held out as long as she could somewhat cope although coping is sometimes all she could manage. At puberty it was blatantly obvious how much she needed them and they really helped.

The last time she was off her meds was when she was switching meds to try a different one and she had to go off for three days in between. On the second day she went into the store she works at to do some shopping and she was skipping up and down the aisles saying Ohhhhh loooook! Her coworkers checked what department she would be working in the next day so they could come watch. She vacillated from sleeping to hyper in an amusing fashion but I was glad when she started the new med.

Thank you Lord for meds that work. I am deeply grateful all over again.

~ Twyla

My Tool Belt

Over the years I’ve amassed quite the collection of tools. You just can’t get every job done with a Phillips or flat head screwdriver. Sometimes I have to get out my hammer. I love my level – probably one of my favorite tools. There are tools I’ve only used once, thus far, but had to have to get the job done: an electrical tester and caulk scraper. Then there’s the tool you won’t find in a kit, but often “saves the day” – Duct tape. ;o)

But I have another tool belt. Sometimes I use the tools in this belt almost every day for a season, and then find I don’t use them for what seems like years. I should almost create a visual model of this tool belt, so I don’t forget about all the handy tools I have available to me. Instead I store them in my memory bank and every once in awhile I pull one out and think to myself: “That worked like a charm! Why didn’t I think to try that sooner?!”

So what are the tools in this belt? Social Stories, Visual Schedules, Comic Strip Stories, PECS, Sensory Stimulators or “Calmers”, and more. So much more. See what I mean about needing a visual model of the tools I know? I can’t think of them all at this moment but I have used so many over the years.

Sometimes they are complex and require days to prepare, like the social story I wrote for our trip to Disney World. All the time and effort was worth it, our trip went very smoothly for Owen. He knew what to expect because of the story. Taking his shoes off at the airport’s TSA checkpoint was no big deal. Not knowing ahead of time exactly what color our rental vehicle would be, not a problem.

I often underestimate the value of a little sticky note. Here’s a very basic example of how I used one years ago. I was telling a therapist how difficult it was to take Owen with me when I had a few errands to do. She asked if I write myself a list when I go shopping? I answered, “Of course I do, it helps me make sense of what all needs to be accomplished and to make a plan for completing my errands with the least amount of back-tracking.” Then she asked, “Wouldn’t it make sense, then, that a list might help Owen?” So I tried it the next time I did errands. 

WOW!  It worked!  He followed along with my list of places we had to go and during our longest errand he followed along with each item we had to look at, in the store.

I recently pulled this tool from my belt, and it once again worked like a charm! Owen always has a hard time with the changing of seasons, or rather, the change of appropriate clothes for the weather. In the Midwest, we can have summer like weather and be back to winter temps, all during the Spring. This creates arguments when getting ready for school. Owen had gone through a week of wearing shorts to school during temps that were too chilly for it, because the battle was just not worth it. I figured he would learn his lesson eventually, but he just kept choosing shorts on chilly days. Then, I got out a sticky note and wrote down my requirement for shorts.

I showed Owen the note, stuck it on my printer and now each morning we check the weather together on my computer. If the high for the day is 55 degrees or higher, Owen gets to wear shorts. And when it’s 54 degrees or lower, Owen knows the “rule”. It’s right there in front of him, in “black and white” – it is concrete. And I am not the bad guy. That is just the requirement. Since I stuck that little note there and with our daily reference to it, there have been no more fights about having to wear pants on chilly days!

Yay, the tool belt comes to the rescue yet again!

- Handywoman Kara