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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Treasures From Distant Lands

Princess Buttercup Sewing her Owl

Or, not so distant, as the Lands are just as close to me as the Land of Autism.

I have been tinkering with the idea of expanding the content of my blog from writing mostly about Treasures found in the context of raising children with Autism, to include writing about the Treasures I find from the Land of My Other Children, and the Land of Dealing with Aggressive Rheumatoid Arthritis, and the other Lands I travel through In Life in general.

Yesterday, I read my dear friend Fi’s blog, Wonderfully Wired, and saw that she is also being led in this direction so I have taken that as confirmation to do the same.

It’s so exciting to explore new lands full of adventure!

As a teaser to what’s to come… Here is the Treasure I’ve found this morning:

“Mommy, I forgot to tie my knot!” Princess Buttercup says in a “that’s silly” kinda voice.

She has been sewing her Owl pillow that she got for her 9th birthday in November.

“Oh, you don’t want to forget that!  Bad things happen when you forget to tie your knot!” I say, as I imagine all the work of pulling a string through all those stitches just to have the stitches come out as fast as they went in.  All that hard work for nothing…

I think about the knot at the end of my string…like an anchor, Jesus.

The Knot

If I were sewing through the tough fabrics of life without my knot, I would either get No Where, or, I would have a very Hard Landing.  I’m sure I would not have survived some of those Hard Landings if I didn’t have Jesus holding me, catching me as the Knot anchors the first stitch to the fabric.

Hebrews 6:19-20  “We have this hope as an anchor for the soul, firm and secure. It enters the inner sanctuary behind the curtain, where our forerunner, Jesus, has entered on our behalf.”

Numbers 24:21 “Your dwelling place is secure, your nest is set in a rock”

The question of the day is:  Do you have a Knot at the end of your string?

Bonus:  Princess Buttercups Treasure:

A home-made needle threader!

Home-made Needle Threader

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