His proposal was not just fulfilled with an unexpected scene, it became an invitation to join him on whatever path the Lord would guide us down together.
I had never experienced so much fear of what the future would (or would not) hold than I did that windy Missouri afternoon. Even though I knew then he was somewhere on the Autism spectrum, I could not let myself believe it.
The Center for Disease Control made an announcement last week that the statistic for those with Autism is 1 in 59. Let’s see how we can look at this information not with a failing glance, but with a successful view.
What was once comfortable and knowable about church, had become an obstacle course as I saw it through my son’s eyes.
This path is harder, longer, overgrown, and hidden. It will be travailed at a greater cost, and with a more intense effort. It is the battleground where I will see that while I did not choose this life for myself or my child, the answer to the question looming in my heart is answered: Can I trust God?