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Hi all,
I
don't approach emotional and mental health from a theologically cold
academic perspective - I'd like to share about my own life - what we
deal with weekly and often daily, and how we maintain a healthy
emotional and mental life!
From my own life
Having
lived his first 24 years at home, putting Chris in a group home 10
years ago was a huge adjustment for each of us. The home we felt
comfortable with and had the peace of the Lord with, was about a 2 hour
drive from our home. The first 5 years of him living there were
horrible.
Being
mentally 4 years old due to the umbilical cord wrapped around his neck
in delivery, cutting off oxygen and causing brain damage, though
physically 24, he didn't understand why he couldn't live at home
anymore. He would call us on the phone and cry, sobbing loudly,
apologizing through his tears, "I'm so sorry, I'm sorry I did wrong,
I'll be good, can I come home now, I want to come home!" - thinking he
had done something horribly wrong to cause us to move him out of his
home to live with strangers 2 hours away.
Because
of the distance and ministry schedule we could only have him home 1-2
nights every 4-6 weeks, though we talked on the phone often, and we
tried and tried to get him to understand he did nothing wrong.
After
5 years of that, he was then 29, he gave up the will to live. He got
down to a dangerous weight because he refused to eat, and soon refused
to get out of bed, refused to take his medicine - he just wanted to die.
The real wake up call came when the Manager of the group home told me
in the spring of 2008 they needed to discharge him to a nursing home to
die, for they couldn't care for him any longer.
We
knew it was because he was separated from us - if you know or have
known any 4 year old, imagine telling them they can't live at home
anymore and moving them a 2 hour drive away. We knew we had to move
closer to him which would allow him to come home weekly, rather than
monthly as it stood then.
Once
we made the move and he was able to come home weekly, he became his old
self again. Here we are 5 years later, he is now 34, and we have a bit
of a routine. I pick him up on Friday morning, take him to a
drive-through breakfast and we park by the railroad tracks to see if the
Father has arranged any trains to come through town at that moment.
If an ambulance screams by Chris always grabs my hand saying, 'We better
pray.' So we pray for the person they are rushing to help, and he ads a
hearty AMEN! at the end.
Then
we run errands - post office, home to use his own bathroom and change
clothes out of 'group home smelling clothes' and see mom, then we take
trash to the local dump/recycle, make the rounds of stores as we save
things to do so we can do them with Chris. This week Chris got a
haircut, and the lady who cuts his hair always gives him a Car and Driver magazine from the waiting area. He loves cars!
Chris
keeps a running commentary on everything - we slow to a stop at an
intersection out in the country and cows are grazing road-side. "Hello
cows!" as he rolls down the window and sticks his arm out to wave at
them. (In a low voice in response) "Hello Chris, what are you doing
today?" "Oh, just shopping with dad, bye cows!" (Followed by laughing at
himself and responding to himself, "Cows don't talk, do they dad? Ha
ha, no cows don't talk Chris. But some do! You know, when I get to
heaven I'm going to talk to cows!"
Chris
has never met a stranger and most clerks know him when we roll through
the door, so we take our time. If he sees a man with a cowboy hat on,
which is common in Grove, Oklahoma, he will say, "Hello cowboy, what are
you doing today?" And if someone is taking up the whole aisle as we
attempt to roll through he says, "Look out people!" and then chuckle to
himself before adding, "Excuse me." If we see a baby he has to talk to
it, a dog and we have to pet it. We have fun.
We
return home about 4pm (16:00) where Barb is cooking a favorite meal for
him, and Chris can settle into his recliner with his drawing board,
picture books, and watch some of his favorite shows or movies. Around 8
or 9pm he is ready for bed. I play a Christian children's music cd, tell
him 'By His stripes" and he replies "I was healed!" as I turn out the
light.
The
next morning a bath is first thing no matter if he stayed dry or wet
the bed (he can't get up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom,
so I never know what I'm going to find)...but always a bath, then a
favorite breakfast while watching his favorite shows or a movie. Donut
Man, Gospel Bill, Davey & Goliath, Animated Stories of the NT/OT,
Team Umizoomi, Bubble Guppies, some editted Sesame Street, Barney - and
for movies, Cars, Cars 2, Herbie the Love Bug, Dumbo - you name it, our
house is a Disney vault of movies!
By
afternoon after a short prayer over him, we get in the truck, run a
couple errands, then I feed him dinner at a place of his choosing and
return to the group home about 5pm. That's a typical routine.
Normally
I am the one to drop him off week in, week out, at the group home as it
is very hard emotionally on Barb. It is on me too but I process it
differently. Barb tends towards guilt and feelings of how inadequate the
care is, it isn't like mom's care of course. I accept that compromise
better.
But
each time I tell Chris its time to start towards the group home he
grows silent. His energy is gone, he becomes quiet until he has
processed the fact he is going back. And he always asks 'So
you're coming to get me next week right? You'll pick me up on Thursday?"
"No Chris, on Friday I'll get you." "Oh, OK"
I remind
him we both have to go to work - he goes to a workshop Monday-Thursday -
and he settles in to the thought. But after I return him and sign his
medicines back in and talk with the residents and staff and he has
transitioned quickly to 'group home mode', he is 'up', talkative,
interacting with the staff and residents, yet still needing assurance,
"Dad, you come get me next week, ok?"
I
assure him over and over I will, the weight of responsibility and his
expectations fully hitting me each and every week we do this - I often
pray something like "Oh Father, keep me alive and healthy so I can be
there for him, and keep me from sin and anything that would shorten my
life. Just take him first if before the rapture because he depends so
much on me, please allow that grace, but I trust you and your plan."
Some or all of those elements are always poured out from my heart to Him
as I leave Chris.
I always
fight back the tears as I drive away, emotionally down, giving thanks
for the provision and good people watching over Chris, for his fellow
resident and closest friend Frankie who also loves the Lord, a daughter
of a missionary mom who only sees her daughter a couple times a year.
But I am down. I must have alone time to work through it.
When I
drive I often use the time to call people who have called me or need a
call, but I just can't do it after I leave Chris, usually a Saturday. If
I walked too far down that emotional path can you imagine where Satan
would take it? Satan would take it to depression, hopelessness, guilt
overwhelming...
But I know better.
I counter the emotions knowing this group home and our home so far from
our friends and home church in Tulsa is what He has for now. His grace
is always present, but grace in someone's life has ramifications in the
lives of others, and those in the Tulsa churches have been gracious.
So
I worship, I process. Often the ride home alone I am silent other than
praying in the spirit/Spirit quietly, me in my thoughts for 30 minutes,
alternatively talking to the Father or just thinking. No talk radio, no
song selection from my phone. Often I pull into the drive and turn off
the truck and sit a few minutes.
This
time of year there is a list of things to do, but Barb knows better
than to ask me to do anything after I drop Chris off. I need to have
alone time, just me and the Father. Then I will myself to redirect my
thoughts - the lawn needs mowed, I need to work on my Weekly
Thoughts
due in 2 weeks, there are Skype IM's to answer, emails to answer, trip
to plan, but usually on Saturday nights I just can't bring myself to do
any of that though what needs to be done weighs upon me. That evening I
need time to be in 'neutral', maybe watch TV, play solitaire on the
computer, go work on my boat.
But
first, Barb and I 'debrief' when I finally walk through the door
after dropping Chris off as we need that together time, talking about
some adjustment needed at the group home, clothes Chris needs, etc. Then
we shift gears and talk of other things - The emotional cycle complete
before it begins all over again next Friday.
So
as I interrupt this series with a window into our lives, first, thank
you for your patience. Secondly know that being mature in Christ doesn't
mean perfection nor does it mean non-emotional spiritual robot living.
It means walking through life with Him. Letting Him and His
unconditional love that you are rooted and grounded in, continually be
brought up before your face with every challenge, every process of
emotion. Commune in your heart with the
Father, with the Lord, and always bring your emotions back to that love.
Next week back to the series...blessings and thanks!
John Fenn
cwowi.org and email me at cwowi@aol.com
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