Sometimes Josh has a difficult time transitioning from the car (where he is listening to his favorite music) to the house (where he knows his little sisters are waiting to torment him by overwhelming his fragile auditory processing system). Today he did not want to get out of the car because he was listening to a worship CD that he enjoys (and he was avoiding being with his sisters). I was not in a very patient mood. I did not give him a 2 minute warning like I am supposed to do. I did not let him hang out in the car for a few minutes then come back for him like I sometimes do. I was very, very tired and just decided to power up and get him out of that #*$@! car. So, of course, Josh was screaming, "No, No! Want Jesus music! Want Praise to the Lord! Want Jesus!" (while hitting himself and me) and I was yelling "Joshua! No more Jesus music! Get out!"
And of course I did not have perspective in the moment to realize the irony of this situation. One would think that a former missionary and current pastor's wife would not be yelling at her multi-disabled child to stop worshiping God in the main way that he knows how. Really, you'd be surprised at the ridiculous situations that a mom of a child with special needs finds herself.