This is what happened.
I work with moderately profound autistic teenagers who can sometimes become highly energetic. This energy, while part of their unique expression, can sometimes lead to unwanted physical contact with those of us who are there to support them. In these moments, I find it crucial to call upon patience, intercession, and guidance from the Holy Spirit to prevent my frustration from taking over.
There was a particular day during art class when God truly intervened. Brady poked me in the nose repeatedly, seemingly just for fun. I could feel my patience wearing thin, and while I wasn’t losing my temper, I could sense that it was a delicate balance. I knew that if I were to react improperly, it could lead to a much more difficult situation for the other autistic students as well. Navigating these challenges requires understanding and compassion for them and myself.
My moment of crisis was just beneath the surface when God stepped in to help me.
Another aide, CS, gently encouraged me to check on Raymond, who had unexpectedly dashed out of the room and into the boys’ bathroom. I knew that sometimes Raymond felt overwhelmed and could become a flight risk, so I hurried toward the bathroom, concerned for him.
When I entered, I found Raymond in a calmer state, taking a moment to wash his hands. I felt relieved as we returned to the art class, where I saw Brendon
, focused and engaged, working diligently with another aide on the task before them.
I quietly led Raymond back and helped him settle in. Afterward, I took a moment at the back of the room to connect with God silently, seeking guidance and reassurance amid it all.
God?
Yes?
What was that all about?
With you, your nose, Brendon, CS, and Raymond?
Yes.
It’s a reminder that I AM sovereign. I know what to do and exactly when to do it.
I know.
Sometimes you forget, so I reminded you.
I silently prompted Raymond to leave the classroom quickly, which made CS call your name so you could hurry to the bathroom. Before you got there, I relaxed Raymond enough so he could wash his hands.
While you two were in the bathroom, I told Brendon to go to another aide and work quietly.
Let me see if I got this straight. You caused Raymond to flee, put CS on notice, made me react, made Raymond tranquil, soothed Brendon, and then gave me Your peace…all because I was constantly being poked in the nose?
I watched you to ensure you didn’t have a meltdown that could cause chaos in the classroom.
I have complete control over my children because of my love for them. That’s what a good father does. Do you understand, child?
Yes Abba Father. You are truly amazing. Can I use that as my testimony?
Of course.
I love when God silently speaks to me as a friend speaks to his friend.