The Child Speaks!

It's been a while since I have given an update on my boy. For those of you who may not know, it has been over a year and a half since he had his first consultation with early intervention, an organization that helps children with delays and developmental issues. He was well over two, and not speaking at all. Not a single word. It's been over a year and a half since I was told by the world he may be autistic, and more importantly, told by God to rebuke that word over him. It's been over a year and a half filled with miracles, victories, and the word of God prevailing over the report of the world every single time. There are so many who have prayed, given encouraging words, and been there for me through this time, and I am thankful beyond words for every one of you.

One of the words given to me by my pastor after one of Aiden's breakthroughs always stuck in my mind. We had been praying, and he had improved suddenly, miraculously, and my pastor told me his mind was like a series of locks. Sections of his brain were closed off, making it impossible for him to progress, but God held the keys. She told me that every single breakthrough was God unlocking another door, opening up a new area for him to grow and learn. And it was true! Every breakthrough had came through prayer, fasting and seeking God. And every single breakthrough was like a new concept was open to him, and he would learn and grow in that area at an alarming rate, much faster than possible with normal development. 

I posted almost a year ago about Jairus. (You can read that post here if you like.) How must he have felt walking home to see his daughter? Christ told him his daughter was healed, but his servants said she was dead. It must have taken a very large amount of faith to walk home believing the word of the Lord and rejecting the report of the world. God had spoken to me that day about Aiden. He had said 'I have the last word. It is finished.' And I knew I was Jairus. I was walking home, saying by faith 'The child speaks!', though I hadn't yet seen the miracle, just as Jairus walked home saying 'The child lives!' 

There were times when I was discouraged. Especially after I chose not to put Aiden into a developmental preschool program. It's often the right choice. I know kids who have gone into that program and excelled. I had many people tell me how wonderful it would be for Aiden, and how much it would help. But I had no peace about it at all. I wanted to keep him home. I felt like God gave me peace about keeping him home, because it was the right decision for him. So I made the choice not to enroll him.

I'd like to say the rest of the story was all faith, me walking head held high, knowing how the story would end. I had my moments. I also had the moments where I questioned. I never questioned God, per say, but I thought, 'What if I misheard?' 'What if I was supposed to put him in the school system, and I am a bad mom for not doing it?' I struggled at times, trying to keep the faith.

One of the things God has been speaking to me over and over recently is the power of life and death that is in our tongues, and how important it is to speak life. A few weeks ago I stood in church, singing along to the worship, when suddenly God gave me a prophetic word to speak out loud over my children. So I stopped my singing and I spoke over them. God told me that because I trusted Him with my children, instead of the world, He would raise them up above their peers. He told me that when we, as Christians, trust Him with our children, they become the head and not the tail. He would lift them higher than they ever could have gone in the world's system. It was such a relief. It was like my faith was bolstered and I knew Aiden would be okay. More than okay. He would rise above!

About a week later I laid down next to Aiden who was sleeping peacefully. I had been a little disheartened with his fourth birthday approaching. I had this idea in my mind that he would be talking up a storm by the time he was four, and yet we were still seeing little breakthroughs here and there, and he still felt so far away. I began to pray for him, as I often did, and the Lord reminded me again of that word - of the locks and keys. He told me to pray that the Holy Spirit would rush through Aiden's mind and burst every lock. No more keys. No more slow progress. Just a gust of the Holy Spirit shattering every remaining barrier. So I prayed. Then the Lord reminded me of a message a guest speaker preached at our church a while back, about how the Holy Spirit doesn't come from outside, it comes from within. It dwells within us. Again the Lord spoke to me and told me to put my mouth against the back of his head as he slept and blow as hard as I could. If the Holy Spirit was inside me, I had the authority to call it forth and send it rushing through to shatter those locks. So I did it. Instantly I knew something was different. I knew every lock was blown open and his mind was free. I fought back the urge to wake him then and there. I wondered if he would literally wake up talking in full sentences, because I knew it was done. The next morning came and he said nothing, but I could see a change in him. Everything we did seemed to sink in. Every word I spoke he seemed to understand. He was learning new things physically as well, playing patty cake instead of just watching his sister and I do the hand motions. He was looking me straight in the eye and trying so hard to articulate words, even though I couldn't quite make out what he was saying. This went on for a couple weeks. It was exactly like God had said. Every area of his mind was now open, and he was no longer hindered by anything. He was learning and growing in every area. 

And now the words are coming. They're coming fast and furious. He is repeating words and asking for things by name. And I find my heart overflowing with joy. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt that God is true to His word. 

God told me to walk by faith, to say 'The child speaks!' even though I didn't yet see it. Just as Jairus had to walk home saying 'The child lives!' rejecting the word of the world, and clinging to the promises of God. I've finally seen with my eyes what has lived in my heart for so long. The promise is fulfilled, and I am overjoyed. I promised God that when He had completed this miracle, I would shout it from the rooftops to anyone who would listen. God healed my boy! And I will share this testimony over and over with anyone who will listen, because my God is real and powerful. And He is faithful. He has never failed, and He never will.

For the last year, I've been Jairus, walking home with Christ beside me, holding to His word by faith. And now, I am home!