Just a few short months ago sensory processing felt like it was winning. We were stuck and confused. Many sleepless nights and tear-filled days. A cloud hung over my soul as I grasped how to help my babe, how to help us find a way through this chaos. Was I doing enough?
Just months ago this girl could not walk without a complete meltown. Not one step in or out of our house without me carrying her…. and here we are today… she is not only walking by herself, she is THRIVING.
The cloud of sensory processing can sometimes swoop in and take over your child’s personality. The last couple months I’ve experienced the joy of my sweet Brooklyn in fresh ways.
When we chose her name, Brooklyn, it was before I ever even knew I would have kids. But I had a dream. I had a dream one evening that I would have a daughter named Brooklyn. Her name, Brook, Streams in the Desert, coming from Isaiah 43:19
For I am about to do something new. See, I have already begun! Do you not see it? I will make a pathway through the wilderness. I will create rivers in the dry wasteland.
Brooklyn, a stream of hope, a song of life in the wasteland.
The last 3 months I personally have been walking through my own valley of suffering and in those months, Brooklyn’s little personality has come to life. Her compassion, her words, her joy, her laughter has been a river in my valley.
I have watched my little girl blossom into a courageous, brave, life-giver. She lights up a room with her intentional connection to others.
There has been many times the last few weeks I’ve thought, is this my daughter? Yes, yes it is! God is writing a beautiful story in her life, and he is not bound by earthly, physical limitations.
Today we celebrate! We say Thank you Jesus for this gift of Brooklyn Rene. Sensory Processing does not define her or I… She’s a daughter of the King here to bring hope to many.