I recently posted a blog called The Dust Devil; it was about those crucial moments when it’s best to regroup, lest we Turn into Taz. Well, today I put that into practice—with Effie.
This week has been a whole new ballgame; her madness has progressed to a stage where she’s throwing fits, each one progressively worse. Yesterday I let it run its course, and she became more and more crazy, pounding things against the wall, screeching, and scooching around on the floor. Once I realized this was just going to continue, I resorted to putting her over my shoulder and carrying her back to her room.
I was able to calm her somewhat with love and tenderness, but even after that she took a long while to regain her peace, milling around for an hour before settling down.
Today, Praise God, I was able to head her off at the pass before she Turned into Taz. I’ve noticed clues that she’s gearing up: her eyes suddenly bug out, and she starts chanting and fidgeting. I decided to see if I could keep her from getting all riled up. I gently admonished her to keep control, calmed her, had her breathe deeply, caressed her, whispered Words of Comfort from Scripture, prayed with her, and tucked her in.
It was such a blessing to see such a tender heart respond to the love of Christ. I am extremely thankful she belongs to the Lord; without that cooperation we share, I cannot imagine what this could be like.
Yesterday morning was a nightmare, so I did make an appointment with the doctor, for good measure. It’s time, anyway: she’s becoming more frail and we need his guidance as we move along.
If you pray, please pray for Effie.