One of the jobs that is tough with having a special needs child is dealing with the Social Security Administration regarding your child’s SSI. My local one is incompetent at best and in March, they messed up Daniel’s SSI amount because the person reviewing the file decided to skip a page of what makes him eligible. When I called them and told them to FIX IT, they told me to return the check and they’d send out a corrected one. I complied and got a letter from them yesterday saying that Daniel’s SSI was suspended until I called my local office because his March check had been returned to the US Treasury… by the local office. Ready to punch a wall yet? Making things “better”, I got the letter 15 minutes after the office closed which means that I get to deal with it today. Oh flipping joy.

Knowing the incredible temptation to use four-lettered words and the creative curses that could spring out of my mouth, I tweeted and Facebook-messaged a few friends to pray for my mouth tomorrow that in my anger I wouldn’t sin. I’m not saying that I won’t have had angry thoughts about the SSA but I’ll be less likely to use language that will rub off on Daniel in bad ways.

It was a lesson in the fact that I’m not alone on my “journey home” and that we aren’t meant to try and get through the world ourselves. We have the Holy Spirit and we also have each other. Without the help of Rich and Kate, I’d probably be in VERY deep trouble right now in terms of the state of my soul… or at least more trouble than I normally am as a broken person.