I look at my son and all I can see if perfection. I know, in reality, he has autism and cerebral palsy and cognitive delays, and he is non-ambulatory, and he has gastrointestinal issues, and... the list goes on an on, but to me he is Luke, the 3 year old little boy that I am so in love with and would give my own life for. So, I am caught in this in-between world. My heart and spirit know that my son is something more than others give him credit for. My mind and this world tell me that he is "low functioning". I can be reality based, but I long to dream for my son.
I look at my family and I see beauty made from ashes. Marty was a broken man. I was a heart-broken, hopeless woman. We came together and made something so wonderful. God created a family from broken pieces. We are so blessed.
Our family is currently on stormy seas, but we have hope. Jesus was on a boat, a storm was fast approaching, the waves were building, yet he was asleep. The disciples were flipping out, yet Jesus was asleep. Once he awoke, he went to the waves and said "Peace. Be still." and the waves were still and the wind died down. There is a mountain in front of us, but our faith is strong and we are telling that mountain to move in the name of Jesus!
So, while I am dealing with sadness, grief, and anger, I know that He that is in me is stronger than this world!
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I just have to say that Luke is so adorable!! And I CANNOT believe how big the girls are!! Love your family!!
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