We talked about looking for the hand of God, even when in midst of the storm or the trials we are walking through.
I mentioned that I have to, or I'd already be in a padding room in Whitfield (state hospital).
It was nice, watching them interact. Mom loves this woman, the feeling is mutual. Mom really reacted well to her...remembered many more details about her and her family than I would have guessed. I'm glad.
But the hand of God I saw today was in an unexpected place.
We had parent teacher conferences for our girls today. Another of mom's friends came to the hospital to sit with her so I could go with my husband and talk to our girls teachers. They are both great students, but I'm sure anyone who has ever raised daughters knows that 4th grade is a trying time in a kids life, particularly girls. My fourth grader isn't struggling with her grades, but she is "off her game". I think my mom being sick has stressed her more than I realized. My mom has lived with us since she was born, so she's a constant in her life.
Every year I pray, Father please place my children in the classroom of the teacher they need. We feel they are supposed to be in public schools. I realize a lot of people are called out of the public school system, but our kids are not. They may very well be the only Jesus some of the kids at public school ever see. I pray for a Christian, a good teacher, one that will meet the needs of whatever they will face this year.
He's always provided perfect fit teachers. That can handle our kids, inspire them, push them, help them excel.
Today I found out, that not only does our fourth grader's teacher know what we are going through with mom, but she is LIVING IT. Yes, her mom was diagnosed with "normal" (ie old people) Alzheimer's this summer. THIS SUMMER. Are you hearing me? She's walking in my shoes. Or shoes of the same brand at least. Wow. She understands the fear that mom will forget me. She understands the pain at watching her mom not being able to do something she LOVED just a few short months ago. She gets it. SHE TALKS ABOUT IT IN HER CLASSROOM!
WE have not "named" the disease to the kids. I talk to them in simple terms. Grammy's brain doesn't work quite right anymore, and it cant be fixed. So we have to help her.
Thank you Father, for this teacher. Perfect timing, perfect person to be in our daughters life right now. As of course, you knew way before I did that we'd need THIS teacher, THIS year for THIS reason.
Amen!
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