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.
My deepest concern was that I would ruin them. The days were long at home with little ones and this only fed my melancholy. Satan held me in a dark place of insecurity because I was so assured of my sinfulness while also underestimating the power of God to work in me.
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.
...whatever the Devil whispers to you, he means it to destroy you. He intends to turn your praise to God into a colossal, ironic, pitiable joke. He means to mock you and attack your faith, until your faith is deeply wounded or destroyed.
Jesus and His church is as much for him as it is for me, and...the church misses out on something God has for them by not having special needs people in it!