Our son is one of my heroes.
We went to Win Co, because we are out of nearly everything.
My hubby and Anne are down south.
Tim, Sis, and baby are there too.
So, it was just me and Jase.
I took my inhaler. (I never know what is going to happen when I go shopping.)
Then we walked in the store.
I was doing fine till near the end.
Then I lost my voice.
Took my inhaler and nothing.
So, I signed to Jase. He would have to talk for me.
I gave him my wallet and moved the cart to bag the groceries.
He did great.
He got a little confused about the money and gave her more than needed.
However he handled it well and apologized for not knowing it better.
Then he helped me load the cart.
Then load the car.
He put away the cart without me asking.
When we got home he unloaded the groceries.
He was worried about me so he asked me to sit down.
Since I’d not eaten before we left, he got me some food.
He made me some tea.
I am so blessed! (And after a little bit my voice returned.)
As we drove home, it hit me.
This is the boy who has a Communication Disorder.
The boy who struggles with talking to strangers.
This is the boy who doesn’t always understand what others are saying to him.
No one would have guessed he was doing something very hard for him as he stood there answering questions and handling everything I couldn’t.
This is our son, and he has come so far.
He has not given up.
Infact, I think he’s learned compassion, thoughtfulness, and service through this.
And am praising God!
I know it’s all because of Jesus.
Our son isn’t a mistake.
He’s perfectly created by God for a purpose and as he learns, grows, and matures I can see even more closely the wonders of God’s perfect plan in him.
And God is teaching me how even a moment of inability is an opportunity.
God used this trip to the store to stretch us both.
May God be glorified through our son and through me.