One Stop Sensory Shop
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ABOUT US
One Stop Sensory Shop offers affordable, quality, handmade products for children with Autism, Tuberous
Sclerosis, Asperger's Disease, ADHD and children needing deep pressure input. Choose from weighted
blankets, weighted lap pads, resistance tunnels, weighted vests, sensory bags, peek-a-pillows and body
socks.
We sell to satisfied customers across America that include parents, occupational therapists, special
education teachers, etc.
If we can help other children to smile with the products we make then we too will be smiling!! That is our
goal. We want to bring the benefits of these items to other children so they too can know the enjoyment
our grandson, James Aaron, has experienced with them. He has autistic spectrum disorder due to a disease
he has called Tuberous Sclerosis. Our little James Aaron has tumors in his brain and heart. The tumors in
his brain cause him to have seizures. James is developmentally delayed. He will be 4 in April, 2007 and
although he is non-verbal he has started to hum parts of the songs, "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" and
"Jesus Loves Me." This is just adorable, and to us these songs will forever be etched in our hearts!!! If you
feel led to pray for him we would truly appreciate that.
It brings joy to our hearts in knowing that through the type of products we have made for James, other
children may also be helped. Before sending out each item we pray specifically for whom it is intended and
delight that we will be making a difference.
God bless you,
Susan Urban
Owner
One Stop Sensory Shop
www.onestopsensoryshop.com
| selling quality special-needs items at affordable prices |
| TO BE TRULY BLESSED READ THE MESSAGES FROM BOTH OF MY DAUGHTERS BELOW |
My name is Stephanie and I am a stay-at-home mommy of three beautiful children--Sophia, James Aaron, and Michael. Our seven-year-old son, James Aaron, lives with a disease called Tuberous Sclerosis. Tuberous Sclerosis is a genetic disorder in which benign tumors grow in vital organs of affected individuals. James Aaron has tumors in his brain and heart and spots on his kidneys which may someday grow into cysts. Much of his brain consists of tubers, which are malformations of the brain that have hardened even before he was born. These tumors and tubers cause a wide spectrum of symptoms including intractable seizures, autism, and developmental delay. James Aaron has battled seizures of all kinds since he was 7 months old. At one point he was having 6 a day and it was consuming his life. In 2006 he started having status seizures, which are seizures that don't just go away on their own like the others and need to be treated with an emergency medication to make them stop. These were really scary to my husband and me, and every day I would pray for strength to endure the next 24 hours and that my baby may simply have a happy day. By the grace of God and prayers from home and around the world, he has now been seizure-free for nearly 5 years. He exhibits autistic behavior and is totally non-verbal, and mentally he is at the 12-14 month level. He is the love of our lives (although he shares the position with two others) and the most lovable, huggable, heart-melting little angel you'll ever meet. Even through our trials, we consider ourselves 100% blessed by his precious little life. We know that although God's plans may not always be obvious to us, He's still got them and I know He's using our little boy in a mighty way for His glory. We do pray continually for James Aaron's healing, but we also pray for strength for our journey--a journey that we may not always understand. I'd love more than anything that my little boy didn't have to go through what he goes through daily, but right now it's more about accepting the fact that he is going through it and if God decides to heal his little body then we'd have a new testimony, but until that happens, we have our own testimony of small wonders and God's enormous comforting hand through these times we cannot change. "I will walk by faith even when I cannot see because this broken road prepares Your Will for me." --Jeremy Camp Stephanie Sheffield ****************************************************************** Kyley Brooke Wootan Dec. 23, 1991----Dec. 18, 2008 My husband and I are blessed by our Lord with 5 beautiful grand-children. One of whom is Kyley Brooke Wootan. She will forever live in our hearts even though she now spends all her time with our Lord in heaven. She had an accident on her way home from work approx. half a mile from her home and was buried on her 17th birthday on Dec. 23, 2008. Why do I mention her here on my business page you may ask? Two reasons. #1. I know many people visit this site daily & this is a great opportunity to ask others that pray to please include ALL of Kyley's family and her friends in your prayers. We would appreciate that so very much. #2 She brought several of her friends to church by inviting them. On Christmas eve. I met a little girl that was a friend of Kyleys. She told me Kyley made her promise her she would go to church so there on Christmas eve. the day after we buried our Granddaughter our Lord showed us how our baby girl is still touching lives for Him. Then again that Sunday after Christmas we go to church and yet another little girl was there that said Kyley made her promise she would do something for her and that promise was to go to church before the year was up. The little girl looked at me and said with a smile "The year is not up so here I am". She has been back every Sunday since and said her and her mother both will be there from now on. I am not posting this here for any promises. I am posting it so that maybe if you are down, if you are lonely, if you are sad, or if you feel the need for a new or a closer relationship with our Lord you too may come to know him better just because someone cared enough to ask. If you want the joy of Christ in your life, attend church, read his word the Holy Bible, talk to Him daily and find someone to be a spiritual friend. Our Kyley truly cared for everyone and everyone was her "best friend", she was a true light for Christ. I post this here as yet another way for her light to continue glowing. THANK YOU JESUS FOR THE BEAUTIFUL YEARS WE HAD WITH KYLEY AND THE LOVE AND HAPPINESS SHE FOUND IN YOU AND SHARED WITH HER FAMILY AND FRIENDS. Love Susan Kyley's grandma Urban Added Jan. 13, 2009 Kyley lived with her natural mother and her father that adoped her and loved her as his own. Her biological father whom remarried and had other children of course attended her funeral with his family. The morning of her celebration his young son Luke which was Kyleys little brother, woke up and his eyes were crossing. Then days later he woke up and kept falling down. They took him to the hospital and he has a malignant inoperable brain tumor. He is only 10. They give him 2 years to live but we are praying for a miracle. Please pray for Kyley's little brother and all his family. We love them and need all the prayer we can get. Pray for a miracle but if that is not God's will pray that they trust the Lord in what God is doing. We know he sees the whole picture. Added Sept. 30 Kyley and Luke now sit together on the lap or our Lord. Luke died this afternoon at 2:15 and joined his sister in heaven just nine short months since she died. Please pray for peace and comfort for all our families. We know they are having such fun together. Kyley spoke to Luke from heaven and told him how much FUN HEAVEN IS & in what we know would be her words, Heaven is AMAZING! Thank you Lord. *************************************************************************** THE FOLLOWING IS A TRULY INSPIRATIONAL STORY MY DAUGHTER, KYLEY'S MOTHER WROTE. ENJOY AND BE BLESSED AND KNOW OUR LORD IS GOOD ALL THE TIME! I wasn’t feeling very cheery as I walked down the store aisles overflowing with Christmas decor. This Christmas Season would mark the second anniversary of my daughter’s death on December 18, 2008. She was buried on her 17th birthday, December 23. No, I wasn’t feeling much holiday cheer at all. Where was God in all of this? My heart ached so intensely at times it was impossible to see or feel anything else. I missed my precious daughter, my Kyley-Bug as we called her. “How are you?” I recognized the lady speaking to me. She went to church with my mother ‘n law. “Well, honestly I’m not doing that great.” I answered her. Uh-Oh, the poor lady had asked me the wrong question on the wrong day. I was going to tell her exactly how I was doing, and I was going to tell her the truth right there in the middle of Hobby Lobby. I proceeded to tell her all about Kyley’s anniversary date coming up and exactly how I felt about that. Yeah, I figured she would run for the hills as soon as I was finished but instead she put her arm around me and asked me what she should pray for. “Is there anything that is special to you that reminds you of her, something that you would recognize as a sign that she’s near? ”“Ummmm….” I stuttered. I hadn’t expected that response from her. I couldn’t think. Oh, of course, Ladybugs! “Well we get really excited over ladybugs now because of her nickname, Kyley-Bug. It just reminds us of her.” “Well then, I will pray for an infestation of ladybugs for you. Lady bugs everywhere.” She hugged me good-bye and we both went on our way. Over the next week I kept an eye open. Come on ladybugs. Where are you? One of my best friends sent me an excited text. She was having family portraits taken outdoors and there were ladybugs everywhere. She had actually been with me that day when the lady offered ladybug prayers so she knew that I was on the lookout. Great, he had sent them to the wrong place, the wrong person. “What about me, God?! I want ladybugs. They’re special to ME!” Had God messed up? Thanksgiving was in a few days, a time for thanks and family and I was finding it difficult to be thankful when my heart was so broken, when my family was no longer complete. “God, haven’t you heard the prayers? Where are the ladybugs? It’s just that it would do so much for my spirit.” Nothing, no lady bugs. Thanksgiving arrived and as we prepared to gather at my sister’s, Joshua walked out the front door ahead of us. Joey and I followed.“Mom! A lady bug! It’s a sign!” We rushed over to see his ladybug. “Dad, you have ladybugs all over you!” I looked at Joey. Josh was right. They were everywhere. Tons of them, swarming all around us. We laughed and brushed them away so that we could get into the car. As we sat in the car preparing to leave, Joey looked up at the house. “Look, Melissa! They are all over the house!” Sure enough, there were hundreds upon hundreds of little red ladybugs blanketing our home. Up until that moment, I hadn’t shared with Joey my encounter with the prayer warrior at Hobby Lobby. I told him about the ladybug prayers and he fought back tears. Josh was so excited. “This is the first sign Kyley’s sent me, mom! I had the first ladybug land on me! This is awesome!” We left for my sister’s house. What a great Thanksgiving! The ladybug visit left me realizing I have much to be thankful for. I would have to say at the top of the list is a God, a loving Father, who continues to bless me with signs from Heaven, reassurances. I have questioned him, I have dared him, I have turned my back on him and yet he remains faithful in his loving kindness. Perhaps it is because he knows my pain better than anyone else. He is a father who watched his own son suffer a horrible death and he is a father who holds his daughter close as she cries over the loss of her child, her precious Kyley. Thanksgiving, a time for family, and I now realize that my family has never been incomplete. Oh what a lesson to learn! God didn’t leave any unanswered prayers nor did he deny me the sign that refreshed my spirit and once again reminded me of what a loving father he is. He simply saved the answer for the exact day it would mean the most. As I sit in my office writing this, I look up every once in awhile at the ladybug making itself at home on my ceiling. I like to think she’s a little reminder from God to continue looking up and into the future, a future where Kyley is waiting for us at the feet of our Heavenly Father. Once again, I am humbled. MELISSA WOOTAN |
