I'll Stand

Jackson and me at his 6th birthday party

About three years ago, with more questions than answers, I found myself overwhelmed with worry and fear. Jackson's diagnosis was still so confusing. What is autism? Pervasive Developmental Disorder - Not Otherwise Specified, is this English? What is the autism spectrum? What does this mean for him? What does this mean for our family? What does the future hold? Can I handle this? Speech, occupational, social, or ABA therapy; public, private or home school? How do I know what's right for him?

One morning, in an attempt to calm my spirit while I tackled the chaos I knew I could handle, my kitchen, I turned on some music and set to work. My youngest was sleeping. My oldest was at school, and Jackson was playing with his blocks in the next room. The Stand by Hillsong United came on, and I was overcome. In one of those precious moments where the presence of God in my life was tangible, I stood, hands raised, head bowed, tears flowing, unable to sing. The words echoed in my heart.

"You stood before my failures.
Carried the Cross for my shame.
My sin weighed upon Your shoulders.
My soul now to stand.

"What could I say.
What could I do,
But offer this heart, O God, completely to you."

  Then I heard this tiny voice beside me, hands raised, head bowed, singing what I couldn't.

"I'll stand with arms high and heart abandoned
In awe of the One who gave it all.
I'll stand my soul, Lord, to you surrendered.
All I am is Yours."

I immediately crumpled to the floor. I don't think I've ever hugged him tighter. He patted my back and went back to playing, but in that moment, He and God gave me something I couldn't live without, a vision. One I have seen and heard in every set back we've faced. "All I am is Yours."

We found out this week that Jackson cannot continue at the private/home school program he's been attending this year. They say he isn't engaging and participating like he should, and they don't think he will be able to handle first grade at their school. I've been surprised at the level of pain this decision has brought me. I burst into tears at Target. (Yes. I know. Poor stocking person didn't know what to do.) I've lost sleep and struggled to function properly with this constant ache in my gut. Why? There was a point when I surrendered all my dreams for Jackson to the vision God gave me that day. "All I am is Yours." He belongs to God, and his diagnosis is a special calling on his life, a purpose that only he can fill, a work of God. I think this set back has brought more pain than it should because, little by little, I had begun to take back those dreams. He's been doing so well for so long, I started thinking the worst was behind us, that everything was going to go according to plan after all. Once again, I'm overwhelmed with questions. Some new, some old, all without answers. And, once again, God has brought to mind that vision.

This morning, I had my iPhone on shuffle while I attempted to tackle the events of the day, The Stand came on again. The image of Jackson's little hands raised and head bowed, the sound of his tiny voice singing the words in 3 year old delayed speech, this vision reminded me who he belongs to and in whose hands his future lies. One more emotional outburst, then peace.

I don't know if I can handle what lies ahead, but I know God can. One more time, I'll surrender my heart to Him and let Him lead the way. "All I am is Yours." So, I'll stand.