"The Lord is near to the brokenhearted and saves the crushed in spirit." Psalm 34:18 Hope is born from and in despair. That is my truth. Sometimes hope shows up like fireworks against the dark night sky, gloriously and brilliantly. It's presence is awe inspiring and unmistakable. But other times I feel as if I... Continue Reading →
Hope is birthed in and from despair. My middle son, Wesley, has significant special needs. He was born with deletions on his first chromosome and is on the autistic spectrum. Although his chromosome set is incomplete, he is more complete than anyone I know. He loves abundantly and fearlessly. He knows no stranger. I often... Continue Reading →
The truth of my life is that hope and despair are never far from one another. I can not metaphorically stand at a crossroad and follow one while leaving the other behind. They both accompany me
I drove to Norfolk, Virginia on Saturday to take my oldest son, Emerson, to see Les Miserable. It was the first Broadway production I ever saw almost thirty years ago in New York City and it was his first time of seeing it live. I was his age when I first laid eyes on an... Continue Reading →
Not only that, but we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance, and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has been given to us. Romans 5:3-5 I love the above... Continue Reading →
My middle son, Wesley, has deletions on his first chromosome and is on the Autistic Spectrum. Life can be and often is overwhelming for him. His haven, his refuge is the car. He will ask several times a day to go for car rides. It is part of his routine and for twenty minutes several... Continue Reading →
Patience to Endure 