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I Found Myself Embracing Autism (Part 3)

His beautiful face

I listen to her speak.

I listen to God speak.

Mighty To Save pours lyrics through my head, the music calms. Thoughts are shooting through my confused mind, the song organizes them.

Everyone needs compassion
A love that’s never failing
Let mercy fall on me

Everyone needs forgiveness
The kindness of a Savior
The hope of nations

I need compassion,  unfailing love, mercy and forgiveness. I need kindness, and saving.  But as much as I am so deeply aware of this need right now, I am also becoming more aware of the repeated word in the song: Everyone.

Everyone needs it–not just me.  And my mind is opening to the realization that it’s not about “just me”.  It is about more that that, it’s bigger than I can wrap my mind around at the moment.

He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Author of Salvation
He rose & conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave

He is able to save. He can move the seemingly impossible mountains. He can heal autism. He can heal me. He can choose to do either because He is God, and He is Holy.  He does what is right.  Whether he does what I wish for or not, He can do it.  And he is good.  Good no matter what He chooses–to heal or not to heal does not change the fact that He is good, He is holy.

So take me as You find me
All my fears & failures
Fill my life again

All my fears and failures are so plentiful. I have doubted God.  I have thought he tricked me by giving me so much.  But He takes me anyway-a heap on the floor, emptied at His feet. Ready to be filled again.

I give my life to follow
Everything I believe in
Now I surrender (I surrender)

I give my life again to God.  I surrender my will, my child, my life.

I trust Him.  It’s bigger than me, so much bigger than me.  My hearts been broken for those who don’t know THIS God.  Those who don’t know, yet have to deal with all the nastiness this life can bring.

If God can do more to help them by allowing Sketch to have autism, than if he does not… If He is saying to me that He will use my life to help people know Him, because of my kids with autism…so they can rely on the same promises that have saved me…then it’s ok. It’s OK if Sketch has autism.

It’s ok.

God has a plan in this, too.  He is Mighty to Save.  He has promised to never leave me or forsake me. He has promised to help me. I am not alone in this.

With God, I can do anything. With God, I can do this.

I can raise this autism family, as hard as I fear it may get at times.  God promises me He is here with me; He will strengthen me and He will help me.

He can move the mountains
My God is mighty to save
He is mighty to save
Author of Salvation
He rose & conquered the grave
Jesus conquered the grave

Shine Your light &
Let the whole world see
We’re singing
For the glory
Of the risen King

This is what this life is about.  To let the light God has place in me shine for all to see.  For other autism families to see that light and have hope.  Hope that leads to Saving.  They need to know this God that is not overwhelmed by what overwhelms us, but who sees all that goes on and reaches his hand in and helps.

You’re the Savior
You can move the mountains
Lord You are mighty to save
You are mighty to save
Author of Salvation
You rose & conquered the grave
Yes You conquered the grave

“I give him to You, God! I give him to you!” I cry out.

My voice paves a path for the Holy Spirt to reach down deep and pull up my will.  My voice hands it over to God. It’s not about my will. It’s about His.

As I consider that God really does keep his promises, and that what is too much for me, is not too much for Him, another song reaches my ears and I realize how I had put Him in a box and made him stay there.  On this weekend, God revealed to me some of his Bigness, and I have been blown away.  A complete paradigm shift took over my thinking and along with it, I realize how I had limited God in my mind.  The song is Be Magnified. It’s lyrics are the perfect prayer from me to God.  Humbled, I sing:

Be Magnified
I have made You too small in my eyes
O Lord, forgive me;
I have believed in a lie
That You were unable to help me.
But now, O Lord, I see my wrong
Heal my heart and show Yourself strong;
And in my eyes and with my song
O Lord, be magnified
O Lord, be magnified.

Be magnified, O Lord
You are highly exalted;
And there is nothing You can’t do
O Lord, my eyes are on You.
Be magnified,
O Lord, be magnified.

Be magnified, O Lord
You are highly exalted;
And there is nothing You can’t do
O Lord, my eyes are on You.
Be magnified,
O Lord, be magnified.

I have leaned on the wisdom of men
O Lord, forgive me;
And I have responded to them
Instead of Your light and Your mercy.
But now, O Lord, I see my wrong
Heal my heart and show Yourself strong;
And in my eyes with my song
O Lord, be magnified
O Lord, be magnified.

A fresh memory floods my mind.  God reminds me of that day with Dash and the Princess, when He showed me how perfect He made them.

And  again, this truth comforts me:  God knew all along that Sketch would have autism.  He made him that way on purpose, for a purpose. He is exactly the way He is supposed to be.

I haven’t lost anything. Sketch and Dash are here, made just as God intended.  I have gained everything.  I have gained fresh glimpses into a God so big no one can fathom it. I have gained more respect for how God made all people.

Society says this is good and that is damaged; this is perfect and that is ruined. Society says to me, “How sad that they have autism.” Society says this or that will cure them.  This or that will make them more like us.

But God says these are his work of art and He is making them more like Him. Ephesians 2:10  “For we are God’s masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago”

I choose to believe God and in doing so, I have gone from being afraid of the “signs” of autism, to loving the the quirks and the uniqueness of autism.

I find so much joy and treasure in the way God made these boys, and I can not wait to see some of His purposes–those good things he planned for them– fulfilled in them and because of them.

Then one day when I wasn’t looking,

I found myself embracing autism.

[Click here to read part 1 or part 2.]

I Found Myself Embracing Autism (Part 2)

Tears collected in a bottle

But God was aware of just how much was going on.  He was probably the only one fully aware of it. Not a moment went by that He did not see.  Not a tear passed my eyes that he did not collect.  Not a prayer was said, that He did not hear.

He encapsulates the broken-hearted, and that was certainly me. He never left my side. He whispered in my ears encouraging words.

Not only did I feel as if I was loosing my son, but I was trapped in a terribly distorted misunderstanding:  I thought God broke his promise.

He didn’t.

Looking back, I know He supplied for all my needs in caring for Dash during that time. He prepared me ahead of time too:

The year is 2006, the twins are one beautiful year old.

I see them standing in the living room, their eyes wide open, curious.

Their hair is red!  I’ve always wanted children with red hair!  Princess’s hair is a curly spiral of deep red and Dash’s is strawberry blonde–barely visible peach fuzz.  Oh how soft it is too!  Their faces are more adorable than I could ever have imagined: quirky smiles, chubby cheeks, rounded faces. Their tummies lead the way when they waddle around the house like penguins.

“Oh Father, you made them just perfect!” I pray.

“Yes I did. They are perfectly the way I intended them to be.”

His reply catches me off guard. I am grounded: the heaviness of His presence keeps me from moving.

A moment in time I will never forget.

And one of the reasons for that moment, was a line of string he was weaving in His tapestry of my life. He was preparing me even then, for the discovery of Dash’s autism.

God is Holy.  He doesn’t make mistakes. He knew then, that Dash has autism.  He knew he has autism and he declares him perfect. He says they are just the way he wants them to be.  He says:

“So God created mankind in his own image,
in the image of God he created them;
male and female he created them.” (Genesis 1:27)

He says, “God saw all he had made, and it was very good.” vs. 31

Who am I to tell God he is wrong?  Rom 9:20b  “Shall what is formed say to the one who formed it, ‘Why did you make me like this?”

So I accept it.  I accept that God knows what he is doing and has a purpose in it.  I see the beauty that God crafted throughout my child with autism, because of the autism.  I love him exactly the way he is.

And I give him back to God; I give him to God to fulfill his purpose in Dash’s life.


But what about Sketch? I can’t let Sketch go, too. I can’t loose both my boys!  I can’t go through this again! I can’t!

Yet it happens.

It is Spring, 2007 at China Lake Retreat Center.  I am on a weekend retreat with the women from my church.

I hear the testimony of a lady who has been in Pakistan as a missionary.  All four of her children and her husband were there for the past year, living in terrible conditions with threats on their lives for most of the time.

She talks about how one day her husband leaves with the children to go teach at the school.  They were warned to stay in hiding; that their lives were in danger. He wants to go anyway, and she is at her home alone, arguing with God.  Afraid that her family will be torn away from her…her children, gone.  God asks of her, “Who’s children are they?”  And she knew He was asking her if she would trust Him with her children, no matter what the outcome.  Did she really give them back to God? Or does she cling to them and protect them from the God who saves?

And that was the question He was asking of me.  Her words, His words, speak deep into my soul, to places that until that moment, I don’t know exist.

And I realize I have not given my almost two-year old  Sketch over to God like I gave Dash. I wanted to keep him.  I wanted him to be mine.

But God was asking me to give Him back.  To trust Him with Sketch’s life, that He knows what is best.

“Savior, He can move the mountains, He is Mighty to Save, Jesus, Mighty to Save.”  We sing the song.

But He wasn’t moving the mountain of autism.  He was moving the mountain in my heart.

He is able, but chose not to save Sketch from autism, to not heal him.  But instead he healed me.


[To read part one, click here]

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