February 29, 2012

Beautiful Handiwork

With Spring beginning to peek through, I am met with many reminders of God's splendor. His handiwork surrounds me as I take the time to lift my eyes.

This Friday my oldest son will be evaluated for autism. Autism.... The heavy word carries with it so many deep and complex feelings. The possibility of autism was first mentioned to me, regarding Grant, two years ago. That word began the process of pulling the rug of a well thought-out life from under my feet. It forced me to kneel before God as we were led to the diagnosis of Fragile X Syndrome.

I thought the diagnosis journey was over but it seems certain labels can be helpful when seeking the necessary services for your child. Words like autism are still difficult to hear but, after watching God display His glory over the past year, those words do not have the same effect on me as they did two years ago. My son is who he is... a beautiful handiwork of the Creator.

I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2




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Our days have been sprinkled with warm weather - so warm the boys and I enjoyed running around the backyard without shoes.




 


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Just a bit of silly fun. :)



Wesley is becoming Daddy's little helper... he takes it very seriously.


Grant is perfecting his golf swing.

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February 29, 2012

Beautiful Handiwork

With Spring beginning to peek through, I am met with many reminders of God's splendor. His handiwork surrounds me as I take the time to lift my eyes.

This Friday my oldest son will be evaluated for autism. Autism.... The heavy word carries with it so many deep and complex feelings. The possibility of autism was first mentioned to me, regarding Grant, two years ago. That word began the process of pulling the rug of a well thought-out life from under my feet. It forced me to kneel before God as we were led to the diagnosis of Fragile X Syndrome.

I thought the diagnosis journey was over but it seems certain labels can be helpful when seeking the necessary services for your child. Words like autism are still difficult to hear but, after watching God display His glory over the past year, those words do not have the same effect on me as they did two years ago. My son is who he is... a beautiful handiwork of the Creator.

I lift up my eyes to the hills. From where does my help come? My help comes from the Lord, who made heaven and earth. Psalm 121:1-2




. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .

Our days have been sprinkled with warm weather - so warm the boys and I enjoyed running around the backyard without shoes.




 


. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .


Just a bit of silly fun. :)



Wesley is becoming Daddy's little helper... he takes it very seriously.


Grant is perfecting his golf swing.


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