Traffic & Doordash
This week I took Jude to therapy.
Megan typically takes her to St. Louis for therapies twice a week. She’s out of town, so it’s Dad’s turn.
We got out the door on time. Hair brushed. AAC device ready. Lunch packed.
We did great on the way up. Jude likes to ride in the truck. It sits higher, so she has a better view of everything that’s happening.
Even on 270—we had no traffic.
Disney tunes rocking. Jude all smiles.
But then came the ride home. 270 southbound at 3:00 p.m.
Traffic, like clockwork, jammed the lanes. Jude, like clockwork, cried.
I don’t know if it’s personality or disability that takes over. We don’t always know which one is controlling Jude in those moments. It’s likely a mix of both.
I certainly want to cry when I see traffic on 270, so she gets it honest.
But then came another situation yesterday.
Jude loves McDonald’s fries and McNuggets. They’re some of her go-to safe foods.
She woke up, grabbed her tablet, and started requesting McDonald’s. My sister borrowed one of our cars, Megan’s car was at the airport, and Miller had my truck at school. We had no way to get there.
But she just kept requesting McDonald’s. Hitting the button repeatedly.
So, against my better financial judgment, I opted to DoorDash her meal.
She didn’t understand why we weren’t leaving to get McDonald’s. I tried telling her it was on the way. Tried to encourage her. Tried to tell her—like she would understand—that somebody was delivering it to our door.
Chaos ensued.
Full meltdown. Tears. Yelling.
Hunger doesn’t help my meltdowns either.
But as soon as DoorDash arrived, she ate her fries, sipped her Sprite, and started to calm down.
She understood.
It made me think about my own life.
How many times do I throw fits while thinking and praying about my own needs? Thinking God forgot me or simply isn’t working?
I’m thinking, just like Jude did, that He’s on the couch doing nothing.
I’m screaming and crying. Waiting for what feels like forever to be heard.
But as it turns out, God’s been working the entire time.
And His blessing showed up in an unexpected way. One that I couldn’t see before, but now clearly understand.
Thank You, Lord, for ignoring my fits and helping me despite my impatience.