Boog
This is Boog’s journey. Again, I will share things that have to do with a later post, but his story deserves an entry all it’s own.
Boog is a good kid. He is the youngest, and had a hard time when he was young, because of his acid reflux, then tubes in his ears, he did not sleep through the night until he was 4 years old. That is right. It was a very tough 4 years.
He has a flair for the dramatic. Where Moosey is quiet, Boog makes up for it in sharing. He has to be the center of attention all the time, and usually, it is because his head hurts, he “feels weird”, or is very angry. Yep, my Boog had anger issues.
At the age of 8, he cut himself. You know, like those “Emo” kids do? He sat there, in class, and snipped at his skin, with scissors. This happened about the same time as Moosey’s story. Satan was not just about to let God have my family with out a fight.
I spoke with the children’s minister, who referred me to a child psychologist that also led the AWANAs. I did not want to take him to a doctor for this, but I knew that Bi-polar personalities run in my family, and I was very worried. DH did not think we needed to take him to a psychologist, because they would just put him on meds and not really try to get to the heart of the issue.
During this same time, he came down with lice. I tell you, I never had such a hard time getting rid of anything, as I did those little things. I would have him clean and 3 days later they would be back.
At this time, I felt led to cut back my work to part time, I really wanted to quit, but we did not see where it was capable.
One night, it was Wednesday, and I did not let him go to AWANAs because of the lice. He had an anger fit, over the de-lousing, and was in his room drawing, to try to calm down (this was the therapy that seemed work best.). I was in my room, doing my bible study. He came in the room, his eyes wide, and handed me a picture he had drawn. It was of him, smiling. Under it he wrote “I think I just met… GOD!” Of course, he has a flair for drama and will say just about anything to get my attention, so I did not believe him.
We went into his room, and I asked him how he “met God.” This is his story:
I was sitting there drawing and was very angry. All of a sudden I felt peaceful. I heard a voice, “Don’t worry, Jorge. It will be alright.” I looked around and no one else was with me. I heard again, “It will be alright.”
I said, “God, is that You? and He said, “Yes, ‘Boog’, it is Me. Do not worry, it will be alright.”
Then all my anger was gone.
Needless to say, I was in tears. I took my baby and held him. He looked up at me and asked me to pray with him. I started praying and praising God. Boog said that he wanted to pray, and the prayer that came out of his mouth was as moving as what I hear pastors pray. The Holy Spirit was moving in his life and it was amazing. He asked Jesus to come into his heart, and to forgive him for his sins. My baby was saved, and I got to witness it. To quote Corrie Ten Boom, “Thank God for lice.” because if he had not been at the house that evening, I would have missed it.
And that is how Boog was cured of his anger.
It was while we were dealing with this that the decision for me to “come home” was made. It was a tough one, but that is for another entry.
