It’s starting to be my favorite time of year. Autumn. Of course I can barely breathe, but such a small sacrifice to witness the actual beauty of a North Carolina Fall. The leaves start their fabulous transitions and each blustery day let’s us know it’s time to pull out the sweaters and maybe layer up, it reminds me of just how time goes along. Softly. Quietly. Without any of us really taking note. Children get older and as my favorite girl Stevie sings…I’m getting older too.
This past week I came to the close of market. It was exciting and beautiful as well as challenging and hopeful. I am still holding out that the bids on our “Fight the Good Fight” will increase…So I will continue to promote it until November 27th. You can still find the information at www.sanssoucisisters.com on the Santa link…and MeMe’s story as well.
I also got to see humanity at work this week. It’s a rare and beautiful occurrence that doesn’t happen right in front of you very often. To be able to witness it though is magical. James has had the same tutor for well over two years now. This wonderful wise woman that has taught children for years and years took a chance on my “young one” she said because God had told her to.
We met by happen stance waiting in line at a computer repair place. I had been pushed to my wits end over James’s dyslexia and trying to get the school to move at the pace I needed them to move… (Those of you who know me know I have the patience of a gnat) But anyway…we began to talk…(Those of you who know me know I can talk to a brick wall). She was an Orton Gillingham tutor, but only taught older children. She was lovely and she gave me the number of some people to call.
Orton Gillingham is specialized training for children with Dyslexia. It focuses on teaching through the senses. At this point, I was willing to do whatever it took, and happy to have a lead. So…I went about my merry way with every intention to call her referrals on Monday. However, quiet unexpectedly this wise older woman called me on Saturday and said very clearly and with fact, that she hadn’t been able to get me off of her mind…She had been praying for God to make teaching exciting again…and God told her to teach James. My James…she thought our meeting was serendipity.
So….we did, because who argues with God? God is so good. We just have to follow the bread crumbs of life he leaves us. My boy went from barely being able to read in second grade to last year in third having all A’s and B’s and that was after I convinced them not to hold him back in second…to give us…to give her….a chance. Now in fourth we are at grade level. She did something wonderful for us, she tapped into a part of his brain that wanted so desperately to read, and she showed him how.
So, for the past couple of years my hyper jumping bean of a boy…and this wise old woman with a stern voice and an icy glare if he dawdles too much have tutored two times a week….all through summer….slowly but surely forging a kinship of the old and young. It is an odd pairing of two people so very happy to have found one another. He began a new chapter in her life. She now teaches children young and old. She volunteered for the Augustine Project to go into public schools because she found such joy in it. James however has always from day one had her heart…and that proved to be a very good thing.
Last Tuesday, a few minutes into their session, this wonderful light in our lives suffered a stroke. Right in front of Moon Pie…He knew immediately something was wrong…first asking her if she needed water…then asking her if he needed to go get help…He tore out of her office and ran to get my Mother who THANKFULLY was in the shop working on Santas. Mom followed behind James…increasing her speed as he looked at her in urgency and said…”You really need to run Ma-maw Pat!” My mother called 911 and immediately ask to pray…on her knees they thanked God for the healing and the blessing all ready agreed upon right then…right there.
The ambulance came and thankfully, they got to her in time. James watched carefully after her dog and constant companion…He and Eric took the dog to her home. And from conversations with her over the past week, she seems to be recovering slowly but surely. I will say I have witnessed total strangers…other mothers, teachers and friends band together to take care of this woman who has no family here. We alerted her children across the country, we loved on her dog and we have visited her with balloons and cards..oh, and a pack of her favorite gum. James insisted.
I say all of this to make a point….believe it or not…lol. God always, always always has a plan. What he puts in place today to save one person….may only be a step in that person saving you. Time does flow by like a river flowing down stream….but in the beauty of Fall…a leaf may fall into that stream…it’s destination yet unseen.
Take time to cherish the moments, but make sure you don’t forget to live for the tomorrows. God has us in his great big story book…and the best thing about being a believer is we all know we will live happily ever after.