On several occasions when dropping her off or picking her up at school, I have seen red, bloody scratches on her teacher’s neck and chest.
In the past week, three different teachers have brought her to me at the end of the day, bearing cuts and marks on their necks.
“Oh no. Did Rhema- ?”
I already know the answer.
And it kills me. Kills me.
For weeks we’ve tried understanding what is triggering these moments of aggression, how we can re-direct her, prevent this from getting bigger. We still don’t quite know what to.
I feel like I can take the communication paralysis, sensory issues, poop issues, sleeping problems, transition troubles, seizure disorder. But this? Hurting others and/or hurting herself. It’s the one thing I’ve always said I just could not handle.
Like the father desperate to save his son, I’ll do the only thing I know to do.
I’ll bring her to Him.
“Lord, here she is. I lift her to you. You know all about her, every part. Please help my girl. Please stop her from grabbing, lunging, hurting the people around her. Bring peace to her body and calm to her soul. And help us know how to help her.”
Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. Phil. 4:6,7