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God is First Class!

Toward the end of last year the private Christian school I applied my child to requested that all kids come in for a school readiness assessment for first grade.
I was not concerned about the assessment because I had regular talks with her teacher about her work and popped in to look at her school books from time to time to make sure she was not struggling with anything, to which she wasn’t. The teacher always gave good feedback and was not concerned about any areas in her schoolwork.

To my horror, three weeks after the assessment the report told me she was not ready for First Grade at all and had to repeat Grade R! Panic galore, as this did not make any sense at all. I immediately made an appointment with the Educational Psychologist and she took me through the assessment Jordan completed. It was like I was looking at another child’s work! I explained that this was the opposite of the work she produced in class. To cut a long story short the Psychologist said she could ‘push her through’ but did not think it was wise, and I did not want to be a biased parent and decided that if it was her opinion to let Jordan repeat then so be it. I did not want bias to jeopardize anything in her future. I was told I was a “very wise mommy.”
A few days later, Jordan’s school was just as shocked as I was and were adamant that making her repeat would be a bad thing because 1) it was not necessary as she was right on par where a 6 year old should be and 2) repeating the work would be too easy for her and she would get bored and ‘turn bratty.’

Now I was confused. How do I make such a decision when I have 2 sets of professionals telling me different stories?
I took it to the Lord and it went along these lines, “Father, I just don’t know now! There’s no way I can make this decision. You know Jordan better than I and the teachers do- if You think Jordan should start 1st grade, please let the Psychologist know! I’m asking You to make this decision for me, so I’m going to leave it in Your hands. I’m not sure how I will know what Your decision is, but I trust You. I will obey whatever You say.”

I didn’t think much about it and about three weeks later I get a call from the Educational Psychologist at work. She said, “Caddie I’m calling because I can’t stop thinking about Jordan. Something is bugging me about her. There’s just something nudging me about this assessment and I think I need to reassess her…”
Whoa! I had to do everything on the phone to not giggle at how wonderfully the Holy Spirit was answering my prayer! I thanked Him for those nudges and bugs! Jordan ended up passing the second assessment with flying colours! She has started First Grade so well and is ahead in reading.

The devil only comes to kill, steal and destroy (John 10:10) and I guess his hope was to steal a whole year away of Jordan’s life for nothing! I suppose it being a Christian school never tickled his fancy either.  God on the other hand, wants to give Jordan, like all of us, a future and a hope (Jer 29:11). Leave all your important decisions in the hands of our Almighty God. He is First Grade, First Class and knows exactly what He’s doing!

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God is in the midst of her

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“You will keep him in perfect peace, whose mind is stayed on You, because he trusts in You” Isaiah 26:3

I have been hesitant posting this. This experience is sacred to me, and it almost feels like if I put it down on paper, it will be lost. But this blog is about Jesus to highlight His power. So, here’s telling how great our God is…

You know when you smell something familiar, it invokes a distinct memory of a place or time, whether good or bad? That’s what they teach in Psych class 101 – called classical conditioning.

When my daughter was in my womb her oesophagus never grew all the way to her tummy, so she needed a massive operation at only three days old. This ensured that she was born straight into NICU and I had a very scary 30 days ahead of me.

I had to stay very close to the Lord during this time, but many times fear got the upper hand and gripped me. There were many tears, with as many prayers. There were doubts peppered with ‘what ifs’ that jumped into my head. I sat at her bedside from 8am-8pm. I would watch all the machines attached to her little body painstakingly, and jump up at the nurse for every little beep, demanding to know what it meant. If I had to write a nurse’s exam after that ordeal, I think I might have just passed!

It was incredibly stressful. This post is not about spiritual attacks, but I am giving this example to highlight the type of ordeals we went through. One particular morning there was a spiritual attack on the NICU. The night before I had felt an evil presence come into my bedroom which I had to rebuke and pray away. The next morning, as I was getting dressed to go to the hospital, the Christian NICU nurse who was assigned to Jordan, called me on my cell. I was blessed to have her, she is a mighty woman of God. Her first words were, “Now don’t panic…but Jordan’s heart rate has increased to 300bpm and we can’t see why.” I can’t remember what happened after that but all I heard her say into the phone was, “No no, calm down, just call hubby or your mom, don’t panic!” And next I knew I was at the hospital.

The NICU was in disarray, which was out of the ordinary for this first class hospital. Jordan’s nurse felt it was a clear attack from Satan – all the machines were beeping out of control for unknown reasons, every single infant was screaming and phones were ringing off the hook. There was confusion everywhere. It was so noisy people could not concentrate.
Satan chose that specific day to attack because that was the day I would find out if Jordan’s operation was successful or if she had to be transferred to Cape Town’s Red Cross Childrens’ Hospital. God won. It was ok! Satan tried to steal my joy of God’s victorious operation by replacing it with a possible heart problem. To cut a long story short, there was nothing doctors could find that caused her heart rate to speed up, and an ECG showed her heart was perfectly healthy. I always find that when doctors don’t know, the spirit world does!

However, despite this most stressful time, this is the most blessed hospital I have ever had the pleasure of knowing. I would say about 95% of the hospital staff there are saved. Every patient gets prayed over, and Jesus is on their lips the entire time. Besides a church, I have never witnessed an institution that holds so many Christians in one place and makes God the centre like this hospital does. God was always the topic of conversation there, which infused me with an abundance of strength. They are blessed and the patients are blessed because the staff honour Jesus. I never got to hold my baby until her third day in this world. A nurse came unexpectedly into my room and said, “Lets’ pray.” And she prayed for me and my baby, so heartfelt and wonderful. It gives me a lump in my throat thinking about it as I type. God is so beautiful in that hospital. He walks those floors the entire day through. There is peace amidst the chaos the medical world brings.

As you know, every time you enter the NICU ward, you need to wash your hands with that disinfectant or rub them with the alcohol disinfectant, which has a very distinct smell. I have one of those bottles at home that I use now and then. One would think that every time I smell the disinfectant that it would bring back awful memories. But no, my mind gets flooded with warm, loving memories! The smell invokes a very happy time for me. I do not remember it as a ‘bad’ time, but a great time with wonderful experiences because Jesus led the entire process. I get nostalgic. I smile every single time I use it. It makes me miss that hospital so much and its wonderful people. To be honest, I think I keep a bottle because it’s sentimental for me. 

That’s our Jesus – the beautiful calming peace in the storm. How I love Him! The world does not smile thinking back about a tribulation or trial. But we can, because we are His! We are children of the God of all comfort (2 Cor 1:3). God brought beauty to a memory that would very easily have been a horrible one if I never knew Him.
I know, that no matter how difficult the trial, I can rest in the peace of Jesus because God will always be in the midst of her.