When Time Stands Still

You know it’s either really good, or really bad when time stands still.

I lost track of time, it seemed unchanging because my boy was missing.

This time, our neighbor saw Sketch (age 7, autism) walking down toward the farm at the end of our street.

Since I can’t run after him anymore (thanks to RA (Rheumatoid Arthritis), I called down to Mr. Incredible who was working in his office in our basement.  He and Mr. Neighbor went in search of Sketch.

I wait, holding PolkaDot looking out the window.

Princess Buttercup comes up to me and teasingly kicks me with her mismatched neon socks.  I tell her what is going on.

“Can I go look for him too?”

I think about it… It’s 5:00, the farm trucks zoom down the road this time of day.  “I don’t know, you may get hurt with how fast the trucks fly down our street!”

“I”ll walk on the side of the street and be careful, Please?”

I think about all the times our In-Home Supports person used to take the kids on walks in the woods down there, and how Princess Buttercup really could be helpful in finding him…I think about how when I was 9 years old, I walked around the neighborhood all the time… So, I agree.

Princess Buttercup walks cautiously down the street.  I see someone walking back up the street toward our house, carrying  something.  I can’t see well because of the trees but I think for a minute it is Mr. Incredible carrying Sketch.

It wasn’t.

Then I think it was Mr. Neighbor and his bike, but it wasn’t.

Then I see.

It is the teenage Neighbor-Boy with his  2 small dogs.  The search party no where in sight.

This is where panic begins to set in.

I walk out with PolkaDot to the end of the driveway to watch.

The Friendly Neighbor-Boy says, “Hi”.  Apparently his new dog ran away and wouldn’t come back when he called for him.

I told him we have the same problem here with one of our kids and I look down the street where I hope to see them coming home safely.

And, I do!

Dash comes out at this point and says he’s starving.  We talk a bit with Mr. Neighbor and thank him profusely!

Dash says he’s “Sooooo Hungry!”

So we go inside.

It’s 5:10.

I couldn’t believe only 10 minutes had passed.

It seemed like time was moving so fast as it ticked away without my boy. At the same time, it seemed like it was going equally slow and I just wanted him back quickly and safely.

It seemed like time stood still.

Thinking like someone with ASD, it makes perfect sense.  xFast + xSlow= Still.

Time didn’t matter. It had no purpose…

The track team could wait.  Dinner could wait.

This time, time standing still was really bad but ended good.

When I think about the equation xFast + xSlow = still, and how time can go fast and slow all at the same time I think about the verse in Psalms 46:10

“Be still and know that I am God.”

Sometimes it seems like forever that we wait to hear from God.  When he  reveals himself, it seems like so much happens so fast.  How does God change a personal paradigm in one breath?  Change the way we think with a quick whisper to our hearts?  How does he instantly heal and set us on a different path in life?

It is perplexingly beautiful. It causes one to be awestruck.

It makes me want to just be still.

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Little Blessings

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BOOM Boom.  Boom-Boom-Boom!

I feel every sound enter their little bodies as they lay against me, like shots from a gun.

I’m sure someone is going to launch.  Sketch (7, autism/anxiety/adhd) and PolkaDot (11months) are going to be inconsolable.  But again, I’m wrong.  The twins (9) stand in the sand watching the fireworks over the beach.  Dash (autism/adhd) has his ears covered and Princess Buttercup is soaking in every explosion and all it’s beauty!

Mr. Incredible holds our nervous PolkaDot for a while and Sketch continues to drape himself over my RA’d legs, fingers firmly pressed into his ears.

Giggles.

I look down at his face and see just smiles and giggles and then a request for “More Boom?”

He LOVED it!  Who’da guessed?

They’ve come soooo far!  I am just beside myself in thankfulness for this day…

The 6th of July.

The 4th was a thunderstorming evening so the fireworks were cancelled (Disappointment #1).

We tried to go on the 5th, but Portland was over-packed with people and cars and there was no parking in the entire town close enough for us to be able to walk to the display site.

(Disappointment sets in a second time)

We drove to Freeport, thinking L.L. Beans would have rescheduled their fireworks for the 5th as well, but that was not the case (# 3)…. So we walked around Beans a while.  By the time we got back to the car, my knees felt like they were ripping from walking to much.

But I was the only one complaining.

Wow.  No tears or fussing about missing the fireworks.  We told the kids that we would try Old Orchard Beach the next day if we missed it today, and they were ok with that!   Miracle of miracles!!!

Any kid would be disappointed after looking forward to the fireworks and twice having to reschedule, but with ASD kids, the upset-ness rises to a whole new level as schedules change without warning.  But they handled it so well, over and over again!

Little Blessings.

They’re actually huge blessings.  The kids have come so far, it is really amazing!

James 1:17a

“Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights”

It’s like Magic

Eleven months old today, she bends down and picks up her favorite book and plops it in my lap to read to her! I couldn’t believe it! I know it will be one of many, but it just felt like magic. Another milestone reached. Brain developing , skills being gained. Nothing short of miraculous!

I get that same chill-like feeling when Polkadot does something new, as I got when I saw Dash line up the alphabet in order before he was 2, or when he did the 100 piece jigsaw puzzles before he was 3. The same feeling as I got when Sketch read his first “I Can Read” book at the age of 3, or when Princess Buttercup taught herself some sign language from a book and later created her own signs for the words she didn’t know (before she could talk clearly).

Growing up. It’s like magic. Typically developing or not, it’s nothing short of a miracle.

I am very thankful that Polkadot is showing more neuro-typical learning than the other kids did, but at the same time, I am very thankful for all the amazing things my spectrummy boys can do because of the way their amazing minds are wired.  ASD or not, these children have a purpose that only they can fill, and an amazing, artistic Creator who made them just he way He wanted, for His glory.

Ephesians 2:10 For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.

From Bananas to Adoption

Anyone who has known me for a long time, knows that I always wanted to have ten kids. Yup,  t-e-n 10.  I wanted 4 of my own, and to adopt 6, preferably with special needs. Most people who knew this thought I was crazy and I’m sure Mr. Incredible still thinks I’ve gone bananas…

And here we are with 4 kids of our own, 2 with special needs. We are well on our way to that 10!  Well, maybe not anytime soon, but I can always hope 🙂

I have been reading a couple books lately. One is “Kisses From Katie” by Katie Davis and the other is “Choosing To See” by Mary Beth Chapman.

Kisses from Katie is an amazing true story about a young girl, Katie, who at 18 moves to Uganda to care for the orphans and help in any way she can. She fell in love with the people there. One of the most inpactful things I learned from reading this book is that we really need to SEE the needs of the people around us, and to do what we can to meet them. Katie is so amazing.  She would see a child in need, whether for food, education,or clothing, or for medical attention, and she’d do all she could to help them.  All she could…to the point of taking them in her home and nursing them back to health, and starting a foundation called Amazima, to raise money so she could help more and more.

At one point, she was introduced to a tribe whose needs were so great it was overwhelming, and she heard Jesus speak to her heart and tell her he is not asking her to care for everyone. Just the one in front of her. Just the one she is with now.  Just who is there at the moment. One life at a time.  And that is what she did. She ended up adopting 14 children by the age of 22. She believes that adoption is a beautifully biblical picture of what God has done for us…. which leads me to the next book…

I didn’t pick these books, or the order in which to read them, on purpose. It just kinda happened.  I wasn’t thinking about the Chapmans adoptions from China when I downloaded the free kindle book “Choosing To SEE”.  I just love to read about people.

Anyway, adoption is one of the major themes in that book as well, as any of you who are familiar with Steven Curtis Chapman’s music and story already know.  But Mary Beth put into words her view of adoption which hit home even more profoundly.


After feeling afraid that she would not be able to love the child she was about to adopt as much as she loved her natural children, she finally saw and instantly deeply, passionately, loved her baby.  As they handed her to her, she said, “It was like God was speaking to me directly. Mary Beth, you thickheaded woman, do you not understand now that this is the very way I see you?  You are this orphan! I adopted you and you are Mine! I bought you for a price! Do you see how you love this baby?  That’s just a faint reflection of how much I love you! …I saw it.  The second she was placed in my arms, I would have fought to the death to protect her. I loved her with everything inside me.” p86

I had not thought of it like that.  I know that God has adopted us as his children, and that He loves us with a passionate love. BUT, I didn’t really consider that He loves us adopted children, just as much as his own child, Jesus! Just like all my friends that have had the priviledge of adopting children love their adopted JUST AS MUCH.  Of course they do, and I would and we would too!  How could you not?

At this point, you are probably wondering if I have gone bananas what the heck bananas have to do with this?

Well.. let me tell you a story:

I was coming home from Whole Foods and there was a guy who was homeless, asking for help as I was driving home.  The car in front of me passed him so they didn’t have to see him.  He was clearly frustrated by that. He seemed kinda new at it…very frustrated at the lack of help instead of the expressionless face you often see.  Anyway, It was hot and bright and there he was holding a sign. He looked slightly familiar, like one of the guys at our church who plays guitar.

I really felt bad for him. I remembered part of the Kisses from Katie book where Katie talks about doing what you can–even if overwhelmed with the large need, we can often do something…we can offer something. So I looked.

I had may change purse from Peru that my friend brought back for me  when she went on a missions trip.  I got out the quarters out for him. Then I just saw how hot he seemed and imagined how miserable I’d be standing out there. So I thought about what I’d just bought, and realized I could easily give away a banana and help him out a lot, and I wouldn’t even miss it!

So I gave him a banana and some quarters. He came to life. I felt the tingling go from my hand that was giving him food, down my arm to my heart and I had chills all over. He was more than thankful. Heart felt “God bless you!”‘s were given.  I think though, that I was blessed more than him.  I was in tears. I couldn’t talk to him b/c the light changed but I also couldnl’t talk because I was so tearful and overwhelmed. It was like giving food to God. Like I saw Jesus in his eyes, just like you hear people talk about.  It was really amazing.

I was thinking about how easy that was. I reached for my drink…an unopened bottle of water that I kept in a cooler so I’d have a cold drink for the way home. I could have given him that too!  He really needed it more than me.  Then I was thinking about bananas.  They are nutrition packed fruit of the potassium, but also their peels are great for writing notes on!  And, you don’t have to wash it first before eating!  The peel if discarded is biodegradable so no worries about finding a trashcan or littering. It really is the perfect thing to give away!
So now I’m thinking of making up bags with water, bananas with notes When I see those people on the side of the street, I can give them that instead of looking the other way…something, unfortunately, I usually did.  The bananas may carry on them a note that tells the people about the God who SEE’s them.
Now I’m thinking about how I can love others…because Jesus does.  He wants us to do what we can to help those in need, even if just one at a time..help the person in front of you.

1 John 3:1  See what great love the Father has lavished on us, that we should be called children of God! And that is what we are!

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“Mommy, I Have a Problem”


Today I got the message no parent wants to get.

“Mrs. Lewis, this is Ms. Principal. I’m calling because Dash was unfortunately the target of some teasing today at school. Some boys were chasing him and I think we’ve nipped it in the bud. We spoke to each of the boys involved, and they each gave Dash an apology. We contacted each of their parents. I think it is safe to say it won’t happen again.”

When Dash got home, I asked him how his day went.

“Good!” He says. “I’m doing good at school this year!”

I probe, “Did you have fun on the playground today?”

“Yes!”

“Did you play with any of the other kids?”

“Um, Mommy, I have a problem. Some of the kids were chasing me on the playground and I didn’t like it.”

“Was there a grown up there?”

“Yes.”

“What did she do?”

Dash points his finger, bends over a bit as if talking to a small child and says, “You! Sit on the bench!” He points again, “You, sit on the bench!” He does this 4 times. There were 4 boys.

He was so amazing in his retelling of the story of what happened.  I love the way he relayed what happened not only with words, but also with acting it out.  (I’m pretty sure we’ll be hearing a lot of  “You!  Sit on the bench!” when he is upset with a sibling!)

The part that really stuck out to me though, was the way he said, “Mommy, I have a problem.”  I knew what had happened but I loved hearing him tell me every detail that he offered.  I love the way he said it, loaded with expressions, pronoun reversals and all. It was precious.

I thought at that moment, that God is the same way. He just loves us to sit with him and tell him what happened even though He already knows.  He probably gets a chuckle out of our perspective on things.  We may not reverse our pronouns, but we probably reverse reality quite a bit.  And I’m sure that reversals and all, it is precious to Him when we say, “God, I have a problem…”

Matthew 11:28-30  “Come to me, all of you who are weary and over-burdened, and I will give you rest! Put on my yoke and learn from me. For I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.”

Ever Try to Sing A Duet by Yourself?

Sketch singing his heart out.

Me either.  It seems kind of, well…not possible.  Or is it?

The boys probably don’t think it is such a crazy idea.  Well, maybe they haven’t sung a duet by themselves, but they have done things like it.

For example, when Dash (age 9, Autism, ADHD) was a toddler, he loved to play a Peek-a-Boo game called, “Who’s under the blanket?” , but not in the standard way.   For this game, there is supposed to be several kids, and one is covered with a blanket. The other kids are supposed to guess which child is under it.  Dash just loved this game when we’d play it as a family. After he learned the game, we caught him more than once, sitting by himself covered in a blanket singing the song, “Who’s under the blanket?, Who’s under the blanket?, Who’s under the blanket? Can you guess who it is?” and then pull his blanket off, surprising….himself?

And he’d smile and giggle and it was “oh so cute!”

Except…

Dash attached the enjoyment, the positive emotional charge he got from playing the game with us, to the game itself.  He love the game so much initially because he shared it with us.  It was the relationship,  lifted voices shouting in unison, “It’s Dash!” , the facial expressions and goofy smiles he saw when the blanket was lifted.  It was the shared experience that was responsible for the enjoyment of the game.  But he misdirected that fun-factor and attached it to the blanket and the game instead of us.

He thought he could recreate the fun he had all. by. himself.

And he tried, and tried and tried. I think he did recreate some of the fun by the memory of what happened the first time.  But he didn’t consider that he could have more fun, more of the same kind of fun,  different but just as fun experiences by playing the game with other people… in the context of a relationship.

Our “normie” (that is Quirky and Laughing‘s word for NT or neurotypical or typically developing) daughter, Princess Buttercup (twin to Dash) used to do a similar thing.

We had a friend who would come and take Princess out to do fun things, so she wouldn’t feel so left out when in-home supports staff would come and take Dash places.

When our friend would ask Princess what she wanted to do, she would always say she wanted to do exactly what she did the last time when they went out, and in the same order.

She just couldn’t imagine having as good a time doing something different, as she did doing what she already knew.  Princess had attached the fun-factor to the activities they did, instead of to spending time with another person…the relationship.

That one may be easier for us “normie’s” to relate to, but both the kids misdirected the love to something other than purely the person.  Don’t get me wrong, Princess Buttercup did love the person who was taking her out, but she still thought she had to recreate previous experiences to have maximum fun.

Isn’t that what we do with God?  We either seek after the things he gives us: gifts like blankets and games.  Or, we try to recreate a series of events in order to experience again a recent awesome experience with God, thinking that we can’t have another one like it unless we follow that same formula.  Do we put God in a box like that?

I wonder how often we become ritualistic or legalistic, dare I say “religious” in the things we do, instead of doing things because of our relationship with God.  We go to church, we worship, we read our Bibles, we participate in acts of service… but are we doing it out of habit? Do we do it because we were doing those things the last time we “experienced” God?  Or, do we do it because we so desire to spend time with the God who desperately loves us…do we serve because of the desire to share with others the awesome gifts the Father has imparted to us?

Have we misdirected our love, like Dash and Princess and taken it out of the context of relationship?

I wonder… just how often do we try to sing a duet by ourselves?

Matthew 6:33 “But seek first his kingdom and his righteousness, and all these things will be given to you as well.”

Psalm 63:1 “You, God, are my God, earnestly I seek you; I thirst for you , in a dry and parched land where there is no water.”

Playing Hide and Seek

Where's Princess Buttercup?

For the second time today, I lost Sketch. (Note:  this was written a few weeks ago)

But, before I go into that story, let me give you some background information.

There has been a bit of a theme around here, with the game Hide-And-Seek. The other day, the twins Dash and Princess Buttercup were playing this game together in the basement.  It was so fun to watch them play and hear them laugh together…well, until Princess comes out crying because Dash stopped looking for her and she was waiting in her hiding place for quite a while.  He got distracted by something he suddenly considered to be more fun. Oh, the joys of ADHD along with the lack of awareness of social rules or how his behavior effects others!

For those of you who are new to this blog, let me introduce to you the cast of characters: Sketch is our 6 years old boy, with autism/adhd/anxiety.  Dash & Princess Buttercup are 9 year old twins. Dash also has autism/adhd, and Polkadot, is our 6 month old baby girl.

Back to today. The first time Sketch went missing was at church when he wandered off after Sunday School.  In his mind, he followed the rules. The teacher told him, “You need to stay in this room until your parents come.”  And, he did.  And when we got there, he left…sigh… At least he was found (after much heart pounding) and he was very much ok.  He looked up at me with a smirk and said, “Hide-And-Seek?”

Sketch must have been noticing what the other kids in Sunday School were doing, because another child was also “missing” today.  It turned out that she was playing Hide-And-Seek but her mom was not aware of this.  As her mom and the Sunday School teachers looked for her, Dash was pointing to the hiding place saying, “She’s in here!” but ironically, no one listened to him.

Fast forward to later on this afternoon. Sketch went missing again!  When I realized it was very quiet in the house, I called out to Mr. Incredible who was laying on the couch, “Where’s Sketch?”  Off in the not-so-distant bedroom came his cute little voice under his bright red and green VeggieTales comforter, “Here I am!”  (This is the first time he’s ever answered that unprompted!)

This morning, as we drove to church, we drove by another church with a sign displaying 2 Chronicles 15:2 “If you seek Him, He will be found by you”.

Seems like God likes to play Hide-And-Seek as well.  Problem is… sometimes we aren’t seeking…or maybe we were and we got distracted by something that seems to be more interesting.  Or, maybe we are seeking but like so often happens, we can’t see what’s right before our eyes until somebody else calls our attention to it saying, “Here He is!  He’s in here!”

The nice thing about Hide-And-Seek with God is that He will always be found by you.  If call for him, he will answer “Here I am” just like Sketch did this afternoon.

The question is, are we listening?

Here I am!

Jeremiah 29:13-14: You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the LORD,“and will bring you back from captivity.

Was That A Vacation?

Six and a half hours into our drive home, with just a little over 1 hour of driving left, the worst thing that can happen–that dreaded “what if?”, happened.

They say 90% of the time, what you most fear never happens.  I guess that was true on this trip.  More than 90% of the time was fun, but that 10% that was bad, was very, very bad.

9 year old Dash (adhd/autism) would correct these numbers to 1 1/2 hours out of an 81 hour trip = .02%.  Technically, we got off light.  It should have been 8.1 hours of what we feared most, and for this (not happening), I am very, very grateful!

It’s so easy to let the torture of being crammed in a car with 4 children (2 adhd/autism, 1 neurotypical, and one 7 month old) and a husband for that last hour+ with the baby crying, which set of my 6 year old Sketch (autism/anxiety/adhd) into one of those classic autism-screeches that just blows your eardrums out along with the few brain cells that were left behind after childbirth, cloud your thoughts of EVER doing something like THAT again!

But, now that time has calmed me down and blurred the horrors of last night (NOT), I’m ready to think about the other 79.5 hours of the vacation that were really, quite nice!

We went to the same hotel we went to last year, and met Mr. Incredibles parents there.  The main attraction at this location is the indoor swimming pool.

It was truly one of the best vacations we’ve had.  Normally we laugh (read cry) at the thought of a “vacation” because it is so exhausting to take our family anywhere, but this time… I think it counts as a true vacation!

As a family, we had no children missing at any rest stops or during the hotel stay. We didn’t even feel the need to booby-trap the door to our room so if anyone tried to escape in the middle of the night, the noise would wake us up…well, ok… Mr. Incredible did leave a very noisy bag of chips in front of the door the first night, just in case (by the way, have you noticed how loud chip bags have become?  Sunchips are especially noisy.).

We had NO COMPLAINTS from the people staying beside us or below us for noise or stomping or screaming!

During the entire trip, no one bolted!  I am still in shock of this one!

Every single one of the kids surprised me with how much they have progressed in the last year, and how well they were behaved.

Dash slept like he normally does at home instead of keeping his reputation up of 24/7 wakeful hours 3 days in a row. He was wonderful swimming, and compared to last year, he was not afraid of getting his face wet, or going under water. He didn’t “drown” even once!

Sketch handled so much change and even several disappointments very, very well.  He was absolutely amazing in the pool. He  has made so much progress!  Last year he wouldn’t leave the steps leading into the pool because he didn’t want to get his swimsuit wet.  This year, he went all the way in and traveled the perimeter of the pool all the way to the super-deep section of 4 1/2 feet (insert big proud smile here)  and climbed the ladder to get out of the pool all by himself.  He was his very happy self, a side of him that his grandparents haven’t seen before because he’s usually too stressed out by all the changes and the new environment to “be himself”.  But this time, he was hilarious and engaged with a lot of back and forth interaction.  He also coped with no DVD’s for the entire trip. This was an accident, we’d brought them, but we did not have the power cord to the DVD player.  He handled it amazingly well (insert another big smile here).

Princess Buttercup had a great time, as always.  She had a blast playing Dicecapades with her Grambo (what she calls her grandma).  She was a great big helper with her baby sister and her little brother.  She shared a room with her twin brother (Dash) and there was minimal complaining and fighting!  She also practiced playing underwater this year, something she wouldn’t even try last year.  She learned to “sit” on the bottom of the pool and dove for quarters with Dash!

Polkadot was a little angel.  She even slept pretty well for her first road trip!  She was very alert and happy, taking in everything she saw.  She wasn’t so sure about Daddy jumping out of the water unexpectedly with goggles and wet hair, but she adapted after that initial shock just fine.  She had a lot of fun showing off all her “tricks” to Grambo, like zerberting a fresh spoonful of baby food right at her (ha ha!) and sitting up big and tall, “reading” her board books. She even handled her very off-schedule days with no problems at all. She never cried when she was tired, she just would fall asleep and wake up happy.  Quite a big surprise!

And, Mr. Incredible behaved himself as well (hee-hee).

There is so much to be thankful and grateful for on this vacation.  Taking out my treasure stone that I kept to remember the lesson I learned last year about the gifts God gives us (click here for more on that),  I have decided to “let go” of that .02% of yuck, and cling to the wonderful memories and good times we had.

Colossians 3:15-16 Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace. And be thankful. Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts.

Silly Saturday with Dash

Dash’s Bubble Monocle!

Philippians 4:8 Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things.

Somebody Else’s Story

I will never forget the day when Joy told me that God was using me in her story.  That was the highest compliment I have ever received.  No doubt, a treasure found in the dust of life.

“I wanna play a part
Of somebody finding hope
Somebody finding hope in God of Heaven”

Joy isn’t her real name, of course.  But as I thought of names to use for her, this was the one that jumped out in my mind as perfect.

I’m sure right about now she is thinking I’m nuts, but the reason this is the perfect name for her is because one day, she WILL be filled with joy.  One day, the sadness and hurt will be wiped away.  One day she will be completely healed.

“I wanna play a part
Of somebody finding comfort
Somebody finding comfort when their hurting”

Somebody Else’s Story is a song written by John Waller.  (You can listen to it by clicking on the link)  I was listening it in the car this week, and remembered Joy and how she said God is using me to make a difference in her story.

“I wanna be the one
To shine the light of Jesus
Into their darkness”

When God reaches down to the deepest darkest hurts and brings light, dispells shame and heals you there… you just want to share that with someone!  You want to help somebody else.

“This hope in me was not meant to be
Contained inside I’ve got to give it away”

When God brought me Joy to share with, the joy ran…runs deep in my soul.  Somehow the events of the past make more sense…it is somehow ok-er than it was.

“So lead me to that someone I pray
Lord, I wanna bring you glory
In somebody Else’s story”

I was overcome with gratefulness and joy, that God has done such a work in my own life that he can use my story to help others and bring glory to Himself.

That’s what it is all about, really. We are comforted so we can comfort others.

2 Corinthians 1:3-5 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.

Whether it is being able to comfort others in having children with special needs and autism, or dealing with life threatening food allergies and asthma, or sharing the hope and comfort God rains down in the midst of Rheumatoid Arthritis with someone else who has it, or healings of tragic events of the past, it is a treasure and honor, an absolute joy to be able to be a part of somebody else’s story and bring God glory.

(All quotes are lyrics from John Waller’s song, Somebody Else’s Story)

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