A week ago, Paul quietly sat with his mom during the worship service, causing no disruption or disturbance to anyone. And my heart ached for him.
This week, he didn’t make it through two minutes before I knew his behavior would disturb and annoy potentially most of the congregation. And I happily took him out.
Does that seem backward to you?
Last week Paul suffered a seizure before the Saturday evening service. He was quiet because his mind and his body were exhausted.
This Saturday evening he had gone seven days without a seizure and his regular personality was emerging. His multiple disabilities give him no idea that his happy sounds might be inappropriate or might annoy others.
So, though I was a little disappointed I couldn’t stay in the sanctuary, my heart was not heavy as I took him out to sit with the other families of wiggly ones, just outside the sanctuary.
And I rejoiced to God at the ‘bad’ behaviors of my happy boy.