Showing posts with label Bible. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bible. Show all posts

Monday, December 7, 2015

Peace

I am more at peace lately. Peace in my life is letting go of my worries and making God center of my life. Making autism center is not helpful. Man should never be the center. Perfect wisdom comes from God alone. Peace comes from really teaching me about God. My mom reads me the Bible everyday. I learn that God is at work teaching people about His great love. He loves us without ceasing. I am peaceful knowing God accepts me no matter what. Mom accepts me like God does. She loves me as I am right now. This is why I can start to feel my anxiety fade away.

I make more daring decisions now. I used to be afraid of almost everything. I feared a beach with its crashing waves and many people. Now I love playing in the sand and sea. I used to have meltdowns in a noisy auditorium. I feared I would make a terrible scene. Making a scene was a bigger fear than the actual noise.


I have developed some calming strategies. One is to pray. Handing over my worries to God really helps. Wanting to please my teachers has made me not behave as badly as in the past. Naturally I am unable to control my movements and stims well. But now I am able to be in control a little more. I am more able to be calmer in new situations. I am not so fearful of making mistakes. I know I will still be loved by God and by those who see me not as a bad boy but as the real me and still accepts me. I am more courageous. I am facing fears of failure by day to day understanding I will be ok even if I fail. God always loves me.

Philip learning to skate at SABAH

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Friday, May 16, 2014

Knowing God



Tonight I attended Philip’s Stockade Achievement Ceremony at our church.  I am so proud of Philip.  Just a couple years ago, I would have never imagined Philip would be standing next to his peers at church receiving badges and the Sentinel pin for his achievements in memorizing scripture verses, Bible study, and good citizenship.  The thought of even bringing him to a meeting back then seemed an impossibility.  But here he was participating in the ceremony like everyone else, and even honored as one of the top Stockaders of the year.  As Ranger Daryl called the boys up for their badges, he gave special mention to Philip as having a heart and knowledge for God’s word.  As we finished the ceremony with refreshments, Philip spelled for his teachers Ranger Bob and Ranger Tim, “I am happy to have had you as my teachers.”  They in turn told Philip how much he has taught them.  These Stockade leaders have truly enriched Philip’s life by accepting him as he is, recognizing his contributions, and teaching him every week about the character of God in the Bible.  

As I look on my church family both in Miami and Buffalo, I see what a blessing it has been in bringing up Philip to know God.  Just recently, Philip has been writing about some of his early memories.  We lived in Miami when Philip was between 15 months and 6 years old.  We attended a small neighborhood church First Presbyterian of Miami Springs where we knew everyone and everyone looked after one another.  Every Wednesday night we had dinner and Bible study at church.  Between dinner and study we sang praise songs together from a video with lyrics displayed on a big screen.  The kids, including Philip, would often dance freely or sway to the music as we sang.  I never knew the impact of these moments on my son who could not communicate yet.  Philip recently recalled, “I could not speak my thoughts.  I understood everything going on around me.  I loved to learn songs.  At my church they played videos of worship songs.  I used to match the words on the screen with the words sang.  I learned to read.  I understood God from these songs.”

Philip has continued to learn of God at our church in Buffalo, Randall Baptist.  About Stockade he once wrote, “I like Stockade.  It is a good worker of teaching God’s truths.  Today I went to church and learned about armor of help from God.  I am lucky to believe in Jesus.  No one defeats the devil without Him.  Each day I worship God.  I am tons of rough edges needing God to smoothen me out.  Each day I hope so much to soften up so I can be used by God.”  

I have found that Philip not only can memorize Bible verses, he uses them to guide him, much like Jesus did during his temptation in the wilderness.  In a previous post, The Difficulty of Self-Control, Philip addressed the problems he had in controlling impulses, difficult emotions, and a body that is often in rebellion to his brain.  He wrote, “I am most in control when I take some words and try to get me to follow it.  I understand a lot of verses from the Bible.  They help me touch mountains of depression and tossed wind of seeking out help.  The adamant art of each day is addressing my self-control by praying to God.”  One Sunday before church, a week after he had had a particularly rough week in Children’s Church, I asked him how he will try to avoid the meltdown of the previous week.  He spelled, “I am a new creation.  The old is gone.  The new has come.”  (2 Corinthians 5:17)  A day after having memorized the verse Ephesians 2:8-10 (vs 10 reads For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.), Philip spelled, “ I am tomorrow one day closer to my destiny.  I am happy to have a purpose.”  Another time, inspired by the story of Moses, Philip wrote his pen pal regarding fears, “You should sometimes try so much to face a fear.  Try thinking of God catching your Amens and not letting you fail.”

Today I was so proud of Philip’s achievements in Stockade, but I am even more proud of the man of God he is becoming and the way he teaches me daily about our great God.

*As always, Philip gave approval of all his quotes and the final draft of this post.


 Receiving his badges from Rangers Daryl and Miller

 Top Stockaders


Sentinel pin on Philip's backpack

 Philip and Ranger Bob
   

Wednesday, February 5, 2014

The Joy in Trials



This past week we have been preparing Philip for his transition to public school.  He is very excited, but as to be expected for any child going through a major transition, he is also quite anxious.  We have been talking through his feelings and today we looked into God’s word to get some good perspective on facing trials.

We looked over the first chapter in the book of James.  A portion of what we read says:  Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. If any of you lacks wisdom, you should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to you.  (James 1:2-5)

Do you know what trials are?

It is a stressful time.

Do you face trials?

Y (for yes).  I am autistic.  I am mute and my challenge is proving I am smart.  I am assumed to be pretty stupid.  I am not in control of my body well.  No peace for my senses.

What does the Bible say about trials?

Trials are good bc (because) they help us to need God.  Trials are good bc each day we depend on giving each ounce of our need to God to answer our leaning-on-Him prayers.  

What is perseverance?

Never giving up.

How is this related to trials?

Trials test your faith.  Trials open you to God.  Trials educate you to know God and to become more like Jesus.

A couple of weeks ago we studied the famous photographer Dorothea Lange who took the iconic pictures of the Great Depression.  We studied that time period and looked at her pictures.  I had asked Philip his impression of them.  I like them.  They show the tension of the testing of stressful times.

Today we again looked at Lange’s photo “Migrant Mother” and the story behind the California pea pickers.  Philip wrote this response:

A Sad Time

A mom was poor to address money.  She understood she was each day trying to survive.  She and her kids each tried to pick enough food to eat.  She sold her car’s tires to make money.  Dorothea Lange took her picture.  She became famous.  There is always hope.  I am reaching out to the world to make my trials known so people will understand autism.   

 Migrant Mother by Dorothea Lange