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It Goes On
Read more: It Goes OnWhen I was a child, my father had a darkroom in our basement. If I close my eyes, I can still smell the bitter chemicals and see the reddish light barely illuminating the room. I did not know exactly what he was doing in there, taking paper from one chemical into another and then hanging…
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Joyful Expectation
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Read more: Joyful ExpectationI wait for the Lord, my soul does wait, and in His word do I hope. Psalm 130:5 My middle son, Wesley, has a favorite game that I play with him. Though he is sixteen years old deletions on his first chromosome have left him cognitively a three-year old. In our game Wesley lays down…
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Power
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Read more: PowerWe were without power for almost 24 hours before it went back on this morning. High winds left trees toppled. My children’s trampoline flew to the other side of my almost 2 acre yard. No power leaves everyone unsettled. It is easy to forget how much we depend on it until it is no longer…
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Make It Better
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Read more: Make It BetterI can honestly say that I would not love my middle son, Wesley, more if he had a complete set of chromosomes. He would not be more my child if he did not have a diagnosis of autism. He is my joy and it is a privilege to be his mother. Once in a while,…
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Rather A Privilege
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Read more: Rather A PrivilegeTaking two children to a store doesn’t seem like a big deal. However, Nathan is five ears old and Wesley is sixteen but cognitively closer to a three-year old. He has autism. Genetics are strong, though, and like his mother he loves to go shopping. We pulled in to the lot of Target and I…