Goliaths are everywhere and come in the form of child traffickers. They slink around in the dark and attempt to take advantage of our vulnerabilities. Even hospitals, homes and grocery stores are their playground. They lurk around, looking for women and their children who are totally unaware of their illegal behaviors.
We frequent a dollar store in the city, which we love. Usually, I hand my son cash and he makes treks across the store to find one item to purchase, pays for it (with tax, he tells me), gets his receipt and his bag, and then starts all over again until he spends his money. We get to know the people who work there, and become familiar with the managers.
But, it so happened that one day, for many reasons, I did not have cash on hand….and the lurking Goliaths tried to swoop in on my son.
We need a David to protect us from Goliaths
Being the efficient Mommy;-) I decided I would get extra cash from my own purchases and hand it to him so he could carry out his routine. Yet, for some fluke reason, the keypad at the checkout would not allow me to retrieve cash. Realizing that I would need to transition my son and find another method to obtain cash, I turned to him to explain it, but…my son, being autistic, threw a tantrum.
Not having a father for my son, I tried not to panic inside. His tantrums overwhelmed me lately, because I have never seen anything like it. I must have lived around too many normal people all my life, because I have felt so unequipped to handle my own son’s tantrums.
Yet, there we were. Ready or not, the tantrums come, and I am left with a choice to stand by until they subside.
My son’s tantrum heightens
Funny, how that happens. At the worst possible time and in the worst possible location. You would think that child traffickers would run in cases like this, but apparently not. They misjudged me.
I managed to get out the front door with my son following me in a tantrum over the money. He was completely beyond reason and within seconds, he was off the waterfall and into a shutdown on the sidewalk.
He thankfully sat himself down out in front of the store (versus not in the store), wailing over this issue, completely beyond reason. The usual gawkers who think I should control my son, of course, came by. Some glare at him, some attempt to reason with him, and still others glare at me—like I am a bad mother for having a special needs child with a tantrum. Since waiting is the game at this point with my son, I sang a song to Jesus out loud (and yes, I actually do this, you would be amazed) to soothe him.
This time, Goliath was a woman.
A woman came out of the door walking towards me. I was a bit defensive at first (I have had some real crazies approach me), but she instead asked me what my son needed. Seeing my defensiveness at her question, she asked me if my son needed money. Yet before I could even answer her, my son answered her instead….Yes!
Sigh! My son, completely oblivious to the fact that this woman’s money was not his to have, and that she was possibly not an honest person, stops crying because she is offering him money. Seeing my apprehension, she tells me that she has an autistic son, and that she really does understand. Right.
Of course, I don’t see any sign of a special needs son anywhere. But, my son, who is completely naive, was taken in, hook, line and sinker.
The Goliath was a woman who appeared to be helpful.
In our vulnerability, Goliath swooped in.
While I was busy dealing with my son’s tantrum, this woman who could have shanghaied the situation, says to my son, How much do you want? I knew he was just going to think he could take the money from her. My money and your money was just not in his understanding. Getting his obsessive compulsive “need” was. He zeroed in on that money immediately.
Realizing that she just put me in a tight spot with that question, I took control of the situation by telling him, You will take what she gives you, which he eagerly took. While I thanked her for her contribution? I explained to her that I did not have the money to repay her. She, of course, said that was fine.
Thanks? I think not. While my son’s tantrum was over, the messages that woman sent to my son needed to be stopped before they bloomed into evil.
Trust strangers before your family.
Strange women can solve your problem for you.
If your Mom doesn’t have all the money you want, then you should take it from the person who gives it to you.
Talk about a vulture. While she probably hoped that my son would trust her over me, I was left with the reality that psychotic people want nothing more than to kidnap and bring harm to my nonverbal son. My typical son, I expected, but I missed the point that my special needs child was important to evil people. They assumed he would be compliant. Then again, perhaps this woman thought my son was normal, and then came close enough to see him for what he is—special.
God protected us through my son’s tantrums
All in all, it ended well. Even though, my son’s naivety and obsessive compulsive behavior created quite a stir. We have many talks about trusting strangers and I try to teach him what to do if someone approaches him.
This is not the first time we have brushed up against rings like this. We had another encounter in the checkout line once in Walmart. We live near a big city, and they frequent our local grocery store chain and Walmarts, at least. Events like this are reminders that God is watching over us all the time.
Look around you, keep watch around you, but know that the Spirit of God will keep watch over you and your children. Try not to fear, but remain vigilant in prayer and watchfulness. He cares for the widows and orphans and provides for them daily.
Yes, you may need a David–a husband and a father–but, trust God to bring him. Until then, the Lord will protect you and your children from harm, when you keep close to Him in all things.
For more information about child trafficking and to donate money for childhood protection, go to World Vision’s website.