Shevon invited my mom and I to his home for Indian Arrival Day. My mom decided to forfeit another activity to go and I was so glad that we went.
I have a testimony to share:
I'll start off by saying that directions have never been a strength of mine. So even though I've been by Shevon's home a few times before, mostly at night, the directions were very sketchy in my head. Shevon had told me to text him so that he could give me his mom's number and she could then direct us. We texted. We got no reponse but we were on our way.
We drove through some familiar places and I could remember some of the houses but I just could not recall the street that Shevon lived in. We texted Shevon again. No response. I knew that it would be on the left side but I just did not know what street it was. I began to feel a bit disheartened and started to consider returning home. I eventually told my mom to turn at the next street so we may begin our journey back home.
It so happened that the street she pulled into seemed to be a bit familiar. I asked her to drive further in and I saw the house in the distance!!!!! I saw Ian signing to some others at the back and I was so excited that we just sort of stumbled upon the house lol. GOD IS SO GOOD!
Mom and I had to be there.
There were several precious Deaf there. The girls and I had a little one on one girl talk. We looked at a video of Deaf sports. Mom bonded with the babies. It was just a relaxing afternoon.
When we left, I realised that for those few hours that we spent with the Deaf, it felt as if my world had paused. In other words, the fusses and stresses of life were forgotten for that period and I had no care in the world. I could not help but smile as we drove away and share the way I felt with my mother. My heart and mind was at peace.
Spending time with such Precious people is undoubtedly therapeutic. It is an amazing feeling of absolute joy that is only completely realised upon leaving their presence.
