His face is a blur, body bobbing up and down at lightning speed, shoulders rising slightly and pulling his muscular torso forward with each hop, willing his body higher. Surely his feet are attached to motorized slinkys. As the credits roll, the “juddering” drum phrase is center stage in Hans Zimmer’s Dune score, layered with a cacophony of otherworldly voices, war horns and repetitive musical motifs. Jonathan is transfixed. All in.
Lately, we’ve luxuriated in the lush green of summer. A deep blue vault shimmers above the crowd of towering oaks.
Read MoreHappy Jonathan, happy day! Jonathan watches contentedly from our front deck as Nick, Matthew and I envision, plant and transplant in my flower garden. Springtime, birthday delight! And then – enough! Grinning rakishly, Jonathan creeps over the deck railing to join the action. And what a time he has. Crowing a delighted “Eeee!” Jonathan revels in the rough texture of shredded pine bark against wiggling toes and wriggling fingers, mulch rubbed onto the driveway, tossed skyward to drift back down. Glorious freedom. Glorious sunshine. The picture says it all.
Read MoreI’ve prayed all sorts of prayers since Jesus invaded my life. Some embarrassingly small in faith (is there anything smaller than a grain of mustard seed?) Some sad. Some mad. Some glad! One thing I’m convinced of - He’s heard them all. … This recent series of answers has got me thinking. What makes for fruitful prayer and perhaps just as importantly, what doesn't? What's needed? What's not? And what constitutes “fruit?”
Read MoreI'm thankful that when I ask God for something with faith like a mustard seed, he doesn't answer in kind. Periodically, I pray that God will help me connect better with my son Jonathan. Because he is on the autism spectrum and non-verbal, I don't always "feel" the connection.
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