God moments

Since I wrote about needing to find a therapist for TM and then about making the phone call, I haven't really written much about that on the blog. Having told the world that I was going to look for a therapist, I wanted to finish the story, mainly because it's a good God story.

God is faithful and listens to our cries. He certainly did that for me in my desperation to find help for my son. Having no idea where to start, I went to the website for the TCU Institute of Child Development because Dr. Karyn Purvis works there and I have a great respect for the work she does with children from hard places. I looked at their list of therapists who had trained with her and chose the closest one to me. (Close being a very relative term... it's an hour and a half away.) I called and made an appointment.

I am a little embarrassed to admit that this was a call done out of desperation and not one that I took the time to research. The number was on a list and so I called. I did look up the center and the therapist we would be seeing the night before I took my son, but it wouldn't exactly be called due diligence and certainly not the way I would suggest any sane person go about it.

But God is faithful and He takes care of us even when we can't take care of ourselves. In doing my pathetic research the night before, I found God had it all planned out. The center is a Christian counseling center with a strong Biblical statement of faith. Our therapist is a Christian (whose degree is from the same seminary as my father's) and who specializes in children with the exact needs and challenges as my son. She does play therapy with those children (even grade schoolers) who find it difficult to express themselves. And she has both adopted and biological children herself. If I had set about trying to find a therapist the 'right' way, this is the type of person I would have been looking for.

And the icing on the cake? The center takes our insurance.

So we went yesterday. TM was understandably nervous, but I bribed him with ice cream and we made it there. The therapist was wonderful and immediately put us both at ease... especially TM. In a situation where normally the anxiety would have been spilling out of him, he was as calm as I've ever seen him while we were chatting in her office. He has agreed to going back and talking with her (in her yet to be explored playroom) while I sit in the waiting room. In a way, he is eager to go.

Every time I tell someone about this, the tears start all over again. I am so thankful to have found someone who can help my son. I hadn't realized the extent to which this burden was crushing me and the relief I feel even before we have actually begun treatment, is immense.

"Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Matthew 11:28

I think sometimes we are heavy laden and don't even realize it. It feels so good to give those cares to Someone else.


LawMommy said…
I am so glad it worked out the way it was supposed to, and I hope she can help TM.
Sara said…
Thanking God for His never ending faithfulness! May TM and your family find healing!
Anonymous said…
Psalm 139 states that, "He has enclosed us behind and before and placed His hand upon us." Praise God for His ever faithful leading. It is such a joy to know Him deeper through our difficult times.
Kim Crawford
Shonya said…
I'm praising the Lord with you! I just love it when He shows off like this. It's always a good reminder to me that HE loves my children and will meet their every need (whether through me or some other means--it's not just up to me! hurray! lol).

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