Planning and organizing aren’t typically my forte. Although, I wouldn’t say that I fly by the seat of my pants, either.
Since moving to Rochester one short year ago (this month, actually) planning and organization have had a profound new presence in our lives. The simple things, like arranging our schedule so we can get in all of our therapies and still live semi-normal lives, what to make for meals (I’m not a meal planner by any means…. I’m learning), and the plethora of paperwork that we have accumulated from each therapist, each week. I’m not complaining, at all actually… There is a sense of comfort in this kind of planning, and knowing what to expect. When I look at the more complex things, like where to find a neurologist, where to meet other parents of kids with special needs, what church to attend (and how to get Noah to like church more), how to find good therapists, how to get a toddler to stay asleep for more than 4 hours at night, how to keep a darn eye patch on for more than 30 seconds without holding little arms down… Those things are what cause me to wake up in the middle of the night, in a cold sweat. To take credit for any of those things would be dishonest… I had nothing to do with finding our awesome specialists, I had nothing to do with finding a pediatric optometrist who has ideas for working with stubborn little boys in glasses, I had nothing to do with finding the perfect church for our family and seeking out the individuals who welcomed us into their children’s center and took Noah under their wing. Nothing. Absolutely nothing to do with any of that.
Perhaps the “stars aligned for us” or we’re “just lucky” or maybe even “Karma” had something to do with this… whoever she is.
It’s a “God-thing” by any and every definition. If these things were left up to my hands, the majority of them would have failed… miserably, at that.
Saying that we feel “blessed” can come off cliche, but blessed really is the word that is most appropriate, so I’m going to use it regardless of the words sometimes over-useage.
I’m so thankful that God is bigger than me. I’m so thankful that God has our best interest at heart and if we let go, He will pull through. There is freedom in being “out of control”.