Control

I haven't written in a while because there hasn't been much to say.  I did a bad thing this week, I gave in.  I said, "Okay, Jake.  Let's fight!"

Happy Days are Here Again

Okay, my title is both true and false.  I have had the best days in my life with Jake but also some real adjustments as in the beginning of our treatments with him.  I am so grateful to all the therapists, trained respite providers, teachers and friends who helped us get to this point.  Most of all I am grateful for the gospel of Jesus Christ, the influence of his spirit, and the testimony building experiences that allowed Jake to choose the Lord and change his very being.

HOPE. It is so good!

These past few weeks have been heaven.  In my last post I mentioned that I had to put Jake in respite after he broke his window with his butt.  I remember telling my husband as we dropped him off that I felt that Jake could be done with all of this soon.  The feeling was strong but didn't make any sense.  All I had been told about this disorder is that it was a long, hard road to recovery.  It's been hard and has felt long, but relatively speaking we have only been in therapy for a short 9 months.

For where you treasure is, there will your heart be also Matt 6:21

This Mother's day was a hard.  Jake was in respite, and I missed him this time.  I was worried for him and how his heart was.  I was worried for him and the choices he would make. Church was good, we had a missionary give his talk before he leaves in a mission.  It was about how his mother gave him the strength to go and serve the Lord.  It reminded me of why I am doing all of this.  To help Jake establish a relationship with the Lord through his relationship with me.

Break Throughs...Literally

I'm back, I wasn't writing because things were good.  I know, it's equally important to share the good for the hope it brings, but I guess I just didn't need to vent by writing. Shame on me!  So, Saturday Jake put his butt through his window, (break through #1).  It was so lame and the reasons were so twisted.