Sunday storm is comin...it's comin for you

 Here we are again!

Oh no what do we do?

The Sunday storm is comin, it's coming for you.

The Sunday storm is comin, it's comin, it's making it's way through.

Oh this is easy. Get a baby sitter they said.

You have no idea.

You have zero understanding.

These are the thoughts in my head.

My son is special, unique and wonderfully made.

He is made by the Creator, the Ancient of Days.

Yet on planet earth, the Sunday storm is coming, it's coming for you...

He doesn't like weekends, there is not enough structure. 

He can't understand "do not forsake the assembly of the saints"

He just wants to eat breakfast lunch and he has a hard time with "wait"

The Sunday storm is coming...

We have exhausted all resources. We've asked relatives friends and trained people too.

There is just no one available to watch a teen with aggressive behaviors like you..

The Sunday storm is coming...it's making it's way through.

It is definitely worth it. Dad and I need Sabbath, we need to enter the house of the LORD.

We are sorry at home waiting for us, you have become extremely bored.

We want you to be loved. We want you to be grafted in.

What happened to you is not your fault, you did not ask for this, you did not sin.

Dear Jesus, you are the LORD. You are the LORD of the Sabbath, Monday-Saturday too.

Jesus we love you, but in this situation, we do not know what to do!

We need your guidance. We need a helper. We need a caregiver who can help care for him on Sundays.

We know you are Jehovah Jireh and nothing is hard from your side...

LORD God, this need is a must. 

I know you understand for a Storm came for you. You bled and died...all over the ground there was blood.

You wept in the Garden of Gethsemene, your grief was a flood.

You keep us in your care. You watch over Isaac's unique needs...too....

The Sunday storm from your perspective was a Mighty Breakthrough...

You heal.

You wound.

You take care of the birds of the air.

Forgive me for thinking the Body of Christ ignores Isaac-as if no one cares.

Abba Father, I beg you. I have asked you, I seek, knock and pray all the way through.

One day in heaven we'll worship together and Isaac will be there too.

I don't want to dread these meltdowns. For the truth is, they are not isolated to Sundays alone.

We know you have a solution, we know you hear these prayers from your royal throne.

Help

Help

Help

Holy Spirit!

Help us on this Holy Lord's Day!

For we desire to sit together and worship and not be distracted in anyway.

We love you LORD Jesus and this is the Truth most of all.

For Isaac is a blessing and serving him is a holy call.

We need your guidance to navigate these complex layers to our son; 

Until then we rest and rely on your grace, because from your side of reality the battle is already won.