Yesterday was a lesson is helplessness and frustration. I had planned to meet 3 friends from elementary school days at the museum with our kids to play and catch up. 2 of them were driving from Waco, so we decided to meet at the McDonald’s across from the museum first. The girls and I set out at the designated time. I got a text from one friend on the way that they were early and hanging out in the play area. I got to the McD’s across the street from the museum and knew immediately that something was wrong. There was no play area. I called one of my friends and told her I was at the wrong place. Being unfamiliar with the area, she gave me some markers as best she could, and told me she could see the museum grounds from where she was. I set out again and drove blocks and blocks around the museum – seeing nothing. I called my friend again. She asked a restaurant employee for the address. I put it in my GPS and headed out again. The directions where taking me away from the cultural district – 3 miles away. I knew this couldn’t be right, so I turned the car around again. I stopped and googled “McDonald’s in Ft Worth” on my phone. There was not one listed at the address I was given! I was starting to feel like I was in the Twilight Zone. My girlfriends had found this elusive place. Why couldn’t I? I called the museum to see if they could tell me where it was. No luck. I finally realized the problem. My friends were at a McDonald’s across from the museum in Dallas. I could not believe I had assumed the wrong city entirely. So frustrated, I picked up lunch for the girls and I and headed across !-30 to the right place. By the time we got there, we had been driving for 2 hours – approximately the same amount of time my friends drove from Waco! I ended up spending more time in the car that day than I did with my friends before they needed to head home.
Helpless, but Not Hopeless
Originally published July 17, 2011
There was a time during all this confusion that I felt helpless. All my friends were in one place, and despite my best efforts, I could not seem to get there. I have often felt this way as a mom. All of my friends are at one place with their kids, but despite the best efforts of my husband, myself, therapists, doctors and educators, Shelby will never get to that place. It is completely inevitable and unavoidable that we will all feel helpless at some time or another, and it feels intolerable because it catapults us back to our weakest, most vulnerable moments. When Shelby had a seizure that lasted one hour and fifteen minutes, stopped breathing and was ventilated for 20 minutes – helpless. When her implant because infected and had to be removed – helpless. When the medications don’t even touch the seizures – helpless. When she looses skills she had previously attained for no apparent reason – helpless. I have learned that this monster of a feeling serves a pretty important purpose. It challenges my childish wish to be the center of the universe. It teaches me modesty and humility by reminding me that I am a mere mortal. There may be many times I feel helpless, but I know I am never hopeless. God is my ever present help in times of trouble. When I am helpless, He is helpful. When I am weak, He is strong. And He has enough strength to sustain me no matter what the situation. And God’s Holy Spirit is a much better guide than my friend’s directions or my GPS. “Show me your ways, O Lord, teach me your paths; guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.” Psalm 25:4-5
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