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Our Expectations

Many of us parents with special needs children are immersed in the daily world of quirks.  Some of our kids have sensory issues, some tactile, some physical, and so on.  We see the oddities that they do, and more often than not are used to the different things that look ok to us but are very “odd” to the rest of the world.

We get used to the child bolting toward traffic.  We get adjusted to the screeching and screaming.  Stimming no longer bothers us.  Tics don’t grab our attention anymore.  We get so accustomed to behaviors that they are nothing unusual to us.

But they are to others.

When we go to visit family and friends, there’s time we forget that our children are “different”.  Our expectations are different, we know what our kids do, we’re used to it, no biggie.  Our friends and family–they may not be ready to adjust to what we normally see.

If we go to visit an older family member, they may not appreciate Johnny darting into traffic.  An older person may not be able to chase the hyperactive child running all over the house.  They may not be able to handle the screaming or screeching.  The friend(s) we may visit may not understand why our children must taste everything in sight, why a child feels the need to run around naked, why a child rocks like they are in a rocking chair, etc.

We parents with special needs children really must look beyond our own families.  We need to be as understanding of other people as we expect others to be of our situations.  For instance, can we really expect people who are from the times when special needs children were institutionalized to truly be comfortable with ours up close and personal?  My own parents, I admit, would not have been comfortable around my bio son or stepchildren.  My stepchildren’s stepdad (say that 5 times fast) has older parents who absolutely will not let Mr. Michael or Miss Jess in their home.  Period.  Nada.  This stopped any and all visitations while the kids’ mom and stepdad lived with his parents.  Do we hold it against the older parents?  Of course not.  They know they aren’t able to handle the needs the children have.  This didn’t stop visitations for mom and stepdad, as long as they found a different location for visits.  My father and mother in law are unique, in that at their older ages they are able to handle the quirks the kids have.  The kids listen to them, well, usually.  They would move the earth for Mami and Papi, Aunt Becky, Cousin Javier, Cousin Luis, etc.

I don’t expect any of my friends to be able to handle my children’s need.  The needs  are my responsibility, not theirs.  I choose not to take them often to other homes, instead I choose parks and areas where the kids can run.  There’s not a lot of small toys that one of the children will decide to hoard, tear up, crash into, break, etc.  They can run off their energy instead of running wild confined inside four walls.  I’ve found this works especially with the two of ours that are severely adhd.  It’s much easier to turn them loose at a play area outside than to have them be small tornadoes in someone’s home and break an irreplacable item.  I can’t expect my friends to have to handle the damage our children are quite capable of doing, and have done.

While the world we live in is all about tolerance, let’s face it–not everyone is jumping for joy to be one on one with our little ones.  Not a whole lot of folks are just chomping at the bit to spend time with special needs children, whether it be physical or mental health needs or both.  I’ve had comments from not only older people, but from people my own age (mid 30’s).  The person in the mid-30’s was a Pastor, in the suburbs of a large metropolitan area, who told me to institutionalize my Kevin in order to go back to work, when Kevin was 4 years old.  So this is not limited to an older age group who have little tolerance for special needs.  His comments came out of left field, but I digress.

We as special needs parents do need to keep in mind those who do not have experience with special needs children, who have no knowledge of the needs, etc when we visit.  We need to be mindful of their situation, and not expect them to bow to ours.  We need to be respectful of them.  If they do not accept our special needs children, that is fine.  No one can force another person to accept what they will not or cannot.

We need to prayerfully consider what to do before visiting family or friends as we travel about this summer.  Speak to God first, seek His counsel, especially when going to family members who are not too fond of the quirks our children have.  Shower the situation in prayer, but don’t be hateful or vengeful if the situation goes awry.  You have a chance, if you are a blood bought child of God, to show grace and mercy, thoughtfulness of the family member, and be a witness, if you seek God first.  Should the family member or friend not accept the quirks and needs of your children, don’t let it get to you.  Give it to God and let Him handle it.  He has bigger shoulders.

Have a great summer with vacations and visits.  Don’t forget that the Lord is with you along the way!





No one likes rejection, that feeling that you’re not good enough…

Or wanted…

Left out of the group…

Turned away….


Today for me was a hard one.  I watched as my children were rejected by a volunteer at the public library.  Oh, it wasn’t a major event.  The kids simply wanted to listen in at the story time, and the age range was where one of the kids’ reading level is.  The staff knew two of the three children and our family for years, but the volunteer for the story time didn’t, and had no clue of their special needs.

She turned all three children away.

She rejected my children, not allowing them to listen at story time in the open area of the public library.  She reasoned that their name wasn’t on a register and they didn’t have a nifty handwritten lanyard and name badge in official black Sharpie.

A friend saw my tears and tackled the problem after I packed all three children back into the car, one of them in tears not understanding why they weren’t allowed to simply sit quietly and listen along with the other children.  She got the problem resolved in minutes, Lord bless her!

But, no matter what words are said by anyone in the library now, the damage is done.  Trust is broken.  My children had been rejected.

Yes, this is a small matter, nothing major.  Place it in a line with past rejections where the children are concerned, and it hurts more than it should.  They’ve been rejected by noncustodial parents, by teachers, family members, friends, etc…this should have been miniscule.

When you’re a parent of special needs children, you experience rejectio a lot.  It’s like it comes part and parcel at times.  Sometimes it sparks anger, other times hurt.  You find rejection in many places, from doctor’s offices, school, parent groups, friends, camps, school activities, public areas, family, you name it.

Why so much??

Because the children aren’t “normal”.

Because our lives revolve around different goals and dreams and realitiesthan most others.

Because the children have different needs.

Because the children behave differently (more often than not, are actually better behaved than those around them).

Because they believe in Jesus and the Bible.

Rejection is a part of life, and there’s no way to always avoid it.  People will turn us away.  Does it make rejection easier?  No.

We may not always avoid rejection, but we can choose how we handle it.  We can choose grace or retaliation, walk away or fight.  When our children are the object of rejection, the notion to get even, “make them pay”, etc for hurts rises to the top.  Do we have to act on it?  No.

We can turn to Jesus.

Jesus said life wouldn’t be easy, but that He’d be with us.  (this is taken from the Abella unauthorized version).  He said we’d face persecutions, have things done to us, but He’d be there to comfort us.

Jesus knew of rejection.  He understands.  His own creation abandoned Him.  His own people rejected His message, His gift of salvation, His life.  Even God had to turn His back on Jesus at one point, on order for Jesus to take our punishment.  It broke God’s heart to have to reject His own Son.

If you know Jesus as your personal Lord and Savior, He will never reject you.  He will never leave you nor forsake you.

When others turn away, Jesus doesn’t.

If you’d like to have Jesus as your Savior….Read Here to learn how to receive the Gift of Salvation!





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The Step-Mom (or, “You’re Not My Mom!”)

Stepmoms (and dads) are becoming more and more the norm in our culture.  Sad isn’t it?  I guess I can’t complain, as I’m a stepmom as well.  And, hubby is a stepdad.  If you ask children in a public school class if they have a classical home of a married mom and dad (not step parent), any child answering yes would be in the minority.  Not all that long ago (I’m 34) I remember my own class having maybe 1 step parent, divorce still wasn’t all that fashionable, at least in our little town, and it was still a more traditional way of life.

Not now  in our “enlightened” culture.  Now, people don’t bother to marry, or if they do, they’ve already had a few children, and that makes the spouse the dreaded “step parent” (Jaws theme here.)

I’ll admit my sin here…I had my son (Mr. Kevin) out of wedlock.  I was engaged to his dad, but severe abuse had me running for the hills and never went back.  At that time I didn’t know Jesus as my Savior, and followed the world and did what was right in my own eyes.  Not smart huh?  From my sin, I had Mr. Kevin to take care of.  Do I regret him?  No.  I spent a few years as a single mom, and those were probably the hardest years of my life.  I worked as a CNA during that time, doing in home agency care (with jobs at 2 and sometimes 3 agencies at one time, working 17 or more hours a day) in order to pay the bills.  I seldom got to spend real time with Mr. Kevin, during his formative toddler years.  I worried about bills, daycare, custody disputes, and just surviving.  It was during this time that I came to know Jesus as Lord and Savior–I’d fallen to a point where I didn’t see a way out–and there He was, ready to lift me up and stand by me when I felt the lowest I could go.

During the years as a single mom, I tried dating a little.  Still there was the mind set of dating in the worldly view.  Oh there were some doozies, from those who only wanted um…uh…(do I need to say it?), and some who were nice but didn’t want Mr. Kevin as part of the package.   I did meet a nice man who introduced me to an Independent Fundamental Baptist church, and discipled me through bible lessons and answered alllllll the questions I had (as a new Christian).  It was through this man that I got started in church regularly, and Mr. Kevin got to start going to church and begin training in how to sit in a pew (for a toddler, not an easy task).  But, when I was ready to settle and begin as a Christian wife, he wasn’t.  So back to the dating world.  This time, I met my now husband.

He’d already had 2 children, and had sole custody of them, so he had experience with children.  And I’d joked and prayed that it’d be cool for Mr. Kevin to have an older brother (like I could pull that one off…)  Hubby’s oldest child is 6 months older than Mr. Kevin.  Be careful what you pray for.  Anyway, we legally blended the family in 2008 in my Independent Fundamental Baptist church (not the same one from earlier), and I became (Jaws music) “the stepmom”.

I’m not scholarly enough to know how many stepmoms were in the bible.  I know stepdads are, as widows remarried, and many had children.  I’m sure the men heard “You’re not my dad!” during a heated moment of discipline.  I do wonder, was Sarah Ishamel’s stepmother, as she was married to Abraham when he was born.  Even Jesus had a stepdad if you stop and think about it.

In our case, the children’s mother is not in the picture much.  She chose a television, a broken down recliner, and a used mini-van in court.  She sees the children maybe once a month, and after 5 years since her and hubby’s divorce, has not tried to get off of supervised visitation.  This has put me into the full time position of mom for Mr. Michael and Miss Jess.  I’m the one who wakes them up (and they’re unwilling) in the morning, who helps them get ready for school, who’s there to pick them up after school, fix their meals, help and grade their homework, help them get showers done, and discipline as needed.  I’m there for the sickies (ok, I’d like to hand that one off to their mom), lice (seems like it’s a yearly thing, either from school or a “supervised” visit with mom”), broken bones (again, from “supervised” visits), burns (more “visits”), massive amounts of bug bites (mostly from their biological mother neglecting to put Off on them, where as here we need to buy stock in the company), etc.

I’ve also been there for when each child professed Jesus Christ and accepted Him into their hearts.  I have been there for all 3 to be baptised.  I’ve been there for school programs, science fairs, many many soccer practices and games (and even been assistant coach for a few seasons), lots of swim practices and a season of T Ball.  And I’m there each time they’re home and able to go to church.

Being a stepmom…it’s not an easy thing.  You are raising another woman’s child, whether it’s just for the weekend, or like me and doing daily duty.  The kids love their biological mom no matter what the parent does.  In our case, the kids’ mother abused them, but they still love her.  I encourage them to talk to her on the phone, and we encourage them to make her presents and show her they care about her.

These days, almost 4 years into our marriage, I feel like that picture at the beginning of this post.  There’s household work to do, meals to make (and most of it from scratch or very little processed if we can keep from it), homework to check, doctor/therapist/psychiatrist appointments to go to, soccor practices and games 6 months of the year or more, daily activities teaching the kids to bathe (they still have things to learn) and dress, do small chores, teach them what they need to know on various things, teach them about Jesus, make sure they’re at church 3x a week, etc.  There’s 148 hours in a week, I could use double that.  There’s days when there’s power struggle with the oldest, who does not want to deal with me actually *gasp* making him mind.  Other days it’s struggles with the middle or youngest child.  Then there’s struggles with marriage and hubby.

If it weren’t for the Lord, I wouldn’t be able to get up in the morning and face the day.  There’s been days when I’ve just done nothing but cried, nearing the end of the rope and finding that the only thing I have is the Lord, that I can’t do it alone.  The saying that the Lord won’t give you more than you can handle is wrong.  It’s not biblical.  He gives you what it takes to push you to Him and make you lean on Him.  He pushes beyond what you alone can do.

If you’re a step parent, you’re not alone.  The Lord is with you, waiting for you to lean on Him.  He loves you, wants you to come to Him.  I need this reminder from time to time as well.  Step parenting is not an easy task, but with the Lord, it can be rewarding.  You as a step parent can make a huge difference in the life of a child.

Worshipping at the Idol of Autism



Worshipping the Idol of Autism

I John 5:21 (KJV) says “Little children, keep yourselves from idols.  Amen.”

An idol can be just about anything.  If it can take worship from God, it can become an idol.  Money is an idol for many.  People go to extreme lengths to sacrifice for an almighty dollar.  Beauty is another idol.  Magazines put naked women on their covers and put them on racks for children to see.  People go to amazing lengths to defy aging, beat “cellulite”, poof out one body part or reduce another, dye this, pierce that, and so on.  We make idols of celebrities, worship them at the theaters  and on tv.  We even have television shows such as American Idol.

Over  the years, I truly believe autism spectrum disorders have become an idol.  People seek out practitioners for cures and treatments to solve their children’s problems.  They try all kinds of  diets, seek out odd diets taking out nutrients children need, and try things such as chelation.  Billions of dollars are spent chasing vaccination theories, genetics, rigorous routine therapies such as ABA, and so on.  Autism has become an industry that generates its own idols out of people who claim to have miracle cures and answers to all things autism.

Rather than bowing to an industry that gives false hopes and lackluster results, why not simply follow I Corinthians 2:5—“That your faith should not stand in the wisdom of men, but in the power of God.”  Many folks with M.D. behind their names, and hundreds who have other initials behind their names, offer various pieces of their “wisdom”, but at a price.  Rather than running to psychiatry and therapists first, seeking men’s advice first, why not seek God’s thoughts?

God created us.  He knows the number of hairs on our heads.  In Psalm 139:14, the psalmist David says, “I am fearfully and wonderfully made.”  Throughout Scripture wise men (and women) sought God.  They sought THE Great Physician for issues.  Sprinkled in the Gospels are glimpses of people from lepers to those with children dead or dying, seeking after the Lord.  If the Lord can heal the sick and bring  the dead back to life, cannot He also help our children who are diagnosed with autism spectrum disorders?  If you are a Bible believing born again Christian, are you truly supposed to seek man’s wisdom first?

Matthew 6:33 says “But seek ye first the kingdom of God….” This should be our first priority.  We as bible believing Christians are to seek HIM first, for help, for answers and guidance.  Listen to God, and He will tell you which direction to go.  Whether it be medications, therapy, counseling, alternative medicine, special diets, etc, seek HIS guidance first.

Also, we as parents should bathe our children in prayer.  Our children, whether they have autism or not, need us praying over them, praying for their protection from Satan.  Our children with autism are susceptible to things therapists and doctors suggest.  Praying for discernment and wisdom first, as in Matthew 6:33, helps not only us, but our children as they grow and develop.

We as parents are told in Deuteronomy 6:4-7 to teach our children about God and His commandments.  The bible doesn’t have provisions for special needs children.  Every child can come to know God, whether they have autism or not.  This is not popular amongst the psychology crowd, but it’s commanded by the Lord.  “Hear, O Isrea:  The Lord our God is one Lord: (5) And thou shalt love thy Lord with all thine heart, and with all they soul, and with all thy might. (6) And these words, which I command thee this day, shall be in thine heart: (7) And thou shalt teach them diligently unto they children, and shalt talk of them when thou sittest in thine house, and when thou walkest by the way, and when thouh liest down, and when thou risest up. (13) Thou shalt fear the Lord thy God and serve him, and shalt swear by his name.”  (Deut 5-7, 13)

Follow God first.  Stay away from the idols propped up to “cure” autism.  God created us and our children, He will sustain you.  Trust in Him, let Him lead you!

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Sweet Modesty

Modest attire is so hard to find these days.  Our world loves showing flesh, leaving little to nothing to the imagination….

Here at Sunny Patch, I make clothing that goes against the world!

Miss Jess here is wearing a size 10 blouse and skirt.  The blouse is made of parchment palencia, the skirt in pink palencia.  These are light weight and perfect for spring/summer.

I’ve started making these pieces in sizes 10 and higher especially, as it’s getting harder and harder to find modest dress for those sizes.  I can’t find much of anything on the rack that is appropriate for Miss Jess, and what I do find usually has stretch knits and clings, so I have to buy 2 to 4 sizes larger in order for it not to cling to her.

I believe a little girl should look like a little girl, with sweet dress and a feminine look.  Whether it be skirts, split skirts (culottes), blouses, etc, a little girl can dress modestly and be active!

If you’d like clothing like this for your little girl, click on the pictures to go to our listings on Ebay for ordering.  We’d love to work with you!

What Having Children With Autism Has Taught Me

Ya know, there’s tons of blogs and billions of blog posts on autism.  I’ve read a few, commented on a couple from time to time, but on my own I’ve mostly stayed away from posting much on autism.  It’s not because there’s nothing to say, it’s just the way we see the kids evidently is much different than many of the bloggers out there.

Our 3 are on the spectrum at varying levels.  One is almost ready to *not* be on the spectrum as he’s outgrown most of the things he does that’s considered on the spectrum.  One is going farther into the spectrum (almost like he’s sucking up all the things that the other one has stopped doing).  One just had an evaluation for the spectrum.

Mr. Kevin has went from mild autism to PDD-NOS, and working his way down.  Believe me I’m happy–he’s displayed less and less of the autism type behaviors as he’s grown older.  He was diagnosed at 2, after putting his head through a plate glass window after headbanging.  He at that time had textbook signs and was an easy diagnosis.   Now, before doing the full Baptist happy dance…he does have a replacement diagnosis that will dominate the rest of his life.  He is also diagnosed with Bi Polar disorder, which his biological dad also has.  But even with the bi polar disorder, he has chance at a normal happy life and independence and so on.

Mr. Michael was diagnosed with Asperger’s at 6 or so.  I think it was 6.  He was in kindergarden anyway.  He’s 10 1/2 now, and with each passing day the signs show up so much more distinctly.  Such rigidness in everything–anything with instructions must be done precisely as written, with no variance.  Sounds are hard on him, he hears things the rest of us can’t.  He gets overstimulated so easily.  And violent–when he doesn’t get his way, he chooses to lash out physically.  He also has severe adhd to contend with, and it’s not just the wiggling in the seat type thing.  Oh no, that’d be a blessing.  His is absolutely so wild and unable to concentrate first thing in the morning that he is not able to comprehend his own name, get dressed, etc.  It’s a daily fight to simply get out of bed, do bathroom time, take medicines (he has been threatened with suspension without it), and get ready for school.  Without medicine, he has paranoia that is unreal, is so unable to focus he is in his own world and may as well talk to the moon and get an answer as to talk to him, so hyper he can run around the block 10 times before I get out the door (or seems to anyway), so super sensitive to sounds that he hears something across town and asks us what it is (as if we heard it too).  And he flaps enough that if combined with the hyperness, he will someday take flight.  Literally.  But with all that, he has the extreme brilliance–he is super super smart, near genius IQ (was 110 at 6 yrs old, and due for another test),  can take things apart (especially electronics) and put them together (in varying ways).  He has programmed a tv to get radio reception (it didn’t have a radio) and freaked out his grandma and grandpa (they weren’t so pleased).  He when he was younger was able to put together a tv/dvd/vcr/cable (all different boxes, dvd and vcr was not combined) and make them all work.  He is totally obsessed with computers and computer games and video games and anything electronic.  And now Star Wars and light sabers.   He has an imagination to equal George Lucas’s.

Miss Jess, she’s a quiet one.  She has a submissive spirit, but a wild adhd like her brother as well.  She is a tomboy, loves playing with hotwheels and barbies, soccer and tea parties.  She was a screamer as a little girl, at 2 to 4, she screamed at the top of her lungs when things didn’t go her way.  She didn’t want to go to bed, she’d scream.  All night.  She didn’t want to take a bath, same thing (and she still got her bath).  She didn’t want to do anything at all, the high pitch screaming came out.  Her verbal skills didn’t start til near 5, and the screaming steadily went down.  She also didn’t potty train til 5, when she’d simply choose to pee or poop in her pants, would tell us she knew she had to go and then would play or watch tv instead.  It took making her wash out her own panties that she got the hint really fast, and she decided it wasn’t so fun to sit in pee and poop anymore.  She is very slow, not mentally, but physically.  She will goof off, daydream, anything but the task given to her.  Homework from school can and usually does take allllll evening…for 6 to 10 simple math problems.  A simple meal takes an hour and a half.  Dressing about the same amount of time if we let her.  I’ve seen a 2 legged turtle go faster.  She is smart when she chooses to show it, but usually chooses not to.  She has so much potential, if she’d only physically move.

I’ve learned that they are not a diagnosis.  They are kids.  Slap whatever label on them, they are still them.  They will test limits.  They will act out.  They will drive us nuts.  But they are not their diagnosis.

With this family, we choose to not let their diagnosis rule them.  Many folks would let them slide on things because of the autism stuff.  Umm no.  They are able to learn correct behavior at home, in public, in church, in school, in stores.  The kids may not like having to practice it, but to be honest, with the work they’ve done to learn correct behavior in public, many times they are much more behaved than ‘normal’ kids.  I can sit them in a pew at church, and you won’t hear them.  They may wiggle, but you won’t see them acting out (or if you do, you’ll also see consequences and a learning experience for them).  I can take them to a store, and you won’t see them throwing big fits wanting the latest toys.  Oh, they’ll bug for things, step out in front of folks as they hang on to the cart, fuss with each other as siblings do, etc, but you won’t see the fits that many ‘normal’ kids do demanding the latest, most expensive toy.  Why?  Training.  I tell them no, I teach them that there’s reward for good behavior, and a punishment when they behave badly in public, and it’s up to them to choose.

Don’t get me wrong, it didn’t happen overnight.  And it wasn’t easy.  It has taken years of training, years of episodes of one, two, or all three acting out so badly I had moments of where I wasn’t sure I wanted to be associated with them.  I’ve carried them out many times kicking and screaming.  I’ve been hit, kicked, scratched to bleeding, etc over not getting what they want.  And each time, I’ve been consistent.  Regardless of what they’ve been labelled with, they can and do learn.  And they will model what they see and are taught.  If you teach them that they can’t learn because of a diagnosis, they will run wild and nothing will get through.  If you teach them that they can learn, it’s expected of them, there’s consequences for good and bad actions (good consequences and bad consequences), and that they can control how they do, the DO learn!

When Mr. Kevin was 2, I was told by a behavioral therapist who was doing in home work, to never tell him (Kevin) no.  Over my dead body would I follow that!!  Granted it cost me a lot of sanity and skin and a few pints of blood (that boy could scratch like a pro), but he learned quickly what no was, and that mom meant it.  Mr. Michael was taught for a while (not by me, but by his doctor, dad, therapist, school, etc) that medications were the fix and if he acted out it was the medicine’s fault.  He’s had a hard lesson, as I’ve had to teach him the opposite, and his dad has followed suit.  He has learned that regardless of his medicine, he is able to control his actions.  And he is held responsible.  Mr. Kevin has had to learn that as well as he just started blaming a medicine for his acting out, and his psychiatrist and I both told him that he is responsible for his actions–we both told him at the same time in the psychiatrist’s office after he’d been acting out horribly in public, and had some nasty consequences).

The point is, the diagnosis does not determine their lives.  They can choose right and wrong, and learn.

I’ve learned to lean on God.  Oh, I’ve seen folks who’ve said “I took care of me, God didn’t do it”…but they’re wrong.  God gives us what we can handle, nothing more.  He knows what it will take to make us let go and hold on to Him.  God knows that we will have to lean on Him in order to raise the three kids.  We can’t do it alone.  We have to wrap them in prayer, give them over to Him in order for Him to work His will in them.  I’ve learned to heavily lean on Proverbs 3:5-6 and Proverbs 15:1.  Without Him, I couldn’t be the mom the kids need.

Raising children with autism spectrum disorders isn’t all that different from raising “normal” kids.  There’s ups and downs.  There’s learning experiences that you live through and grow with.  There’s family that will never understand.  There’s friends who stick beside you, some that go away.  But God is always there, He understands.  He created each child, knew them in the womb, and knows each hair on their heads.  He gave each child to us for a reason, and some days I really believe it is to make us lean on Him more.  Sure, it’d be easy to say that “I did it”, but it’d be a lie.

He did it.  It’s all because of Him.

But Mom…

Any woman who has ever turned into Mom has heard these words…”but mooooooooom”.  If you’re a dad, it’s “but daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad”.  And usually inclues rolling of the eyes.  And a sigh.

It gets old pretty fast.  I’ll be honest, I tell the kids not to give me an attitude, as I have plenty of my own.  I get impatient at times with the whiny attitude.  Other times I’m more patient.

What if God were like us?  How would we fare if God was impatient with us when we say “But God, are You sure?”, or “But God, do You really know what that person’s like?”, ” But God…”

While we work on teaching our kids not to have an attitude with us, not to whine and question us, we do the same with our Lord.

When is the last time God told you to do something, and you stepped back and said, “But God…”?  Did God ask you to step out in faith and do a task, and you questioned Him?  Did He tell you to do something and remind you to trust Him?

God is the original parent, and it grieves Him when we question His authority.  Nowhere in Scripture do we see God or Jesus jumping for joy when anyone questioned Godly authority.  There’s times when He has to teach us not to question Him….much like we must teach our children to respect our authority as parents.

The job isn’t easy.  God’s first created “children” disobeyed Him and continue to do so.  Our own children have our nature, and they are bent to acting like the devil.  God’s begotten Son DID obey Him, all the way to the cross, laying His own life down as the Father demanded.

So when you hear “But Mooooooooooooom” with eyes rolling and an aggravated sigh, know you’re not alone.  God hears similar words of everyone except Jesus, who instead responded “yes, Father.”

How will you respond?