Allergy Testing and Prayers

I really thought I was doing the right thing.

J's anxiety has been through the roof recently, and I didn't want to add to the obsessing/worrying, so I didn't tell him that he was having allergy testing.

The look on his face when he got home (yes, I made Nick take him - I still haven't gotten over the last time he was tested, eight years ago, when he literally climbed up me in an attempt to escape through the window) told me that I was wrong.

All he said was, "You knew about this?"

I nodded. The look of betrayal on his face hurt my heart.

It went downhill from there. I soon realized that there was no point in trying to explain why I hadn't told him. All he could say, over and over again, was that he wasn't prepared. He likes to be prepared. He thought he was going in for a checkup...

From there, it went to talk of his birthmom, feelings of abandonment, sad accusations that we're not his real family...

After many hours of this, he asked me what I could do to stop his pain. I told him to pray and I told him that I would pray. He asked if I would ask my friends to pray for him. I assured him that I would.

A few minutes later, he told me that he had prayed and asked God if He would remove his pain. He promised that he would spread His Gospel if He did. He added that he knew that he'd spent most of his time in the house instead of out spreading the Gospel, and he wanted to change that.

With that, he rolled over on the couch and went to sleep. Eight hours later, he's still asleep on the couch! Definitely a first...

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