I’ve spent 15 years sitting in a waiting room; waiting on God to come.

I’ve spent 15 years sitting in a waiting room; waiting for my son.

15 years sitting in a waiting room; waiting for his healing to come.

Speech therapy, occupational therapy, physical therapy -  15 years.

Where did the time go?

I’ve read magazines and knitted shawls.

I’ve gobbled tasty snacks and taken naps.

I’ve made new friends and chatted with old ones.

I’ve kept up with family events on both coasts.

I’ve assigned tasks and completed projects.

I’ve attended last minute conference calls.

I’ve spent 15 years of my life sitting in a waiting room, waiting on God to come,

When all that time, He was waiting on me… to see that He had already come.

 

The daily grind of autism will squeeze every last drop of joy out of your soul. The fights with the school system, the therapists battling with the specialists over treatment options and you caught in the middle, the veiled hostility between you and the insurance company; they are all driving you nuts; causing you to mutter bad words under your breath which your child will hear and imitate anyway.

Then there’s your regular life; your, family and friends who just don’t get that you don’t have a life – just doctors appointments. If you have any free time it’s spent recovering from the last round of tantrums and mass destruction, or preparing for it. We won’t even discuss your job, your bills, your messy house, etc.etc. etc! When the daily grind of life meets the daily grind of Autism, a train wreck usually happens in your mind.

When this happens, look up from the wreckage of your life and look at God; because He is looking at you and your wreckage, and He cares.

              Cast all your anxiety on him, because he cares for you. I Peter 5:7

 

 

 

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