31Dec 14, 2012
The morning rushes from the start. Â Light, cold and sterling, glowing fresh, bleeds through the curtains. Â We swing our legs toward the chill, gathering hope, tucking promises deep. In the first moments of waking, we dress for battle. Â The sword flashes, Powerful Word cutting away and shaping new, and we whisper prayers, and we get […]
32Dec 23, 2011
2 days before Christmas, and Kevin and I walk early—a treat, Mom and Dad here, the kids snuggling with them in the dark. Â The breeze feels amazing, blowing in our faces, a reminder of the Spirit walking with us. Â Tears drip down my cheeks, renewing my eyes, even though I’m not crying. Â And I can’t […]
33Dec 16, 2011
This is the first year that Adam has been able to tell me what he wants for Christmas. Â Just a few weeks ago, I stood in the kitchen wrapping my arms around my nine year old son, who laughed but squirmed with discomfort. Â I kissed him on the cheek and smiled into bright blue eyes […]
34Dec 9, 2011
As your Christmas cards decorate our mail with friendship, I give thanks. Â I walk down the road, swinging my arms, telling God how He’s always provided someone. I read your notes, happy to see the curves of your handwriting, as personal to you as your fingerprints. Â I smile when you apologize, thinking your penmanship a […]
35Dec 2, 2011
My children live for what’s coming. One of the first things autism parents learn, while the word still tastes bitter in our mouths and progress feels an odyssey away, is that a well-used schedule can change your life.  In the old days, when I still couldn’t quite explain out loud why we all floundered, I thought I’d never […]
36Nov 11, 2011
You say grace before meals./All right. / But I say grace before the play and the opera, /And grace before the concert and the pantomime, /And grace before I open a book, /And grace before sketching, painting,/ Swimming, fencing, boxing, walking, playing, dancing,/And grace before I dip the pen in the ink (~G.K. Chesterson, as […]
37Dec 10, 2010
My son has juvenile diabetes and autism, and he’s afraid to taste things. Well, he was.🙂 Word to the wise: Do not use the words I’ll never when discussing parenting your children. As a little girl, I lived by a few rules when it came to eating. First, we all ate the same thing for […]