Really Believe: Courage To Serve God (with Mary-Courage)
When God first called me to be an autism mom, my insides ached like someone was stretching my heart out as far as they could, and then let it fling back inside my chest to bounce around, bruise my soul. My mind raced with what-if thoughts about the future. Every time I saw a child, I was reminded that my son was not like them. I may never hear him speak, or have a conversation with him. My heart quivered inside as I wondered what our lives would be like.
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