I most certainly felt a God Nudge last night.
It was opening night of Vacation Bible School. I was an “extra” volunteer, which mostly meant I stayed available to take kids to the potty all night.
I was standing in the back of our sanctuary during the closing gathering time. Parents were invited to come share in the worship songs. The area was getting pretty crowded as a mom I didn’t recognize came in with her son. He was screaming and holding his ears, legs crumbling. She knelt and held her hands over his ears, scanning the crowd to observe her other child participating in the worship songs. Her boy screamed and screamed, trying to wriggle away. Parents stepped aside and gave her a little extra room and I thought, “Oh – someone should offer to show him to the cry room.” Not because he was such a disruption (he wasn’t) but because he was clearly uncomfortable.
Then it hit me. Why not me? (That was God nudging me.)
I approached and sandwiched him in between us and asked the mom if I could take him for a walk. She looked at me and said, “He’s has autism. I don’t know if he’ll go with you. And if he does, he might run.” I told her I was willing to try if she thought it would help him. She asked him if he wanted to stay with her or leave with me, and he took my hand.
We sat together in the silent cry room in the back of our sanctuary holding hands. He calmed down instantly and watched the whole proceedings. And I prayed a prayer of thanks.
A note from Karen Mulder: Thank you Sara for responding to God’s Nudge and in the process you blessed everyone: the mother, the boy, others who were worshipping, and most of all, you were blessed.
PS: Sara, it might serve your mama’s heart to know he’s been there every night since, dancing along to the (loud) music. We all have bad days now and again, don’t we?