It's been a rough couple of weeks with our number one son Wilson. He quit wrestling, stopped going to church and seminary and was failing all of his classes except math and PE. He slept all the time, was angry and obsessed with the pretend world of video games. Tony and I have been beside ourselves wondering what to do. We scheduled appointments with the psychologist, adjusted medication, revoked privelidges, increased love, and sought advice from family members and trusted friends. The young men's president and quorum even took a special trip out to St John to "rescue the one." Grandma and Grandpa have sent letters, and Aunts, Uncles and cousins have been praying and joined in a special fast on his behalf. It is a very humbling experience.
Today while reading in Ether the story of the Jaredites took on a whole new meaning. The Jaredites were in a storm. The Lundbergs are in a storm. Neither of us realizes that Heavenly Father is the one creating the storm with the purpose of getting us to a promised land. Sometimes we are in the depths and sometimes we got a break and came to the surface. (Sometimes Wilson isn't angry and his heart softens). When the ship came to the surface, the Jaredites spent a lot of time in gratitude. During the breaks I can sing praises like crazy, instead of obsessing about the next drop. The Jaredite ships were tight, didn't leak or couldn't be hurt by monsters or whales. During Wilson's angry times, Tony and I have been united (tight) and focus on protecting the other members of our family. We find relief in doing the routines we know keep us safe, scriptures, prayer, FHE and temple. We both have light during the whole storm. I know Heavenly Father directs us and facilitates situations to help. The Jaredites eventually were brought to the promised land and set their feet on dry, solid ground. Eventually, Wilson will plant his feet on solid ground and the storms of teenagerness will pass. I'm thankful for the comfort I found in the scriptures today.
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