2015 A Year Of Travel And New Things!

Each year instead of a New Years Resolution the Lord gives me a word for the year. Yes, if you are wondering what that means when I say the Lord gives me a word, I am a christian. I am a Christ following. I believe every word in the word of God, the bible. I believe every word is true and inspired by God!

My word for 2014 was beauty. This word assisted me to see beauty in tough times. For 2015 my word arrived early. My word for 2015 is thankful. A year of thankfulness is on its way. In fact it is beginning now! It is also a year of publishing 3 books and travel! Beauty and thankfulness!

A word for my blog followers and readers; Never give up! If you do you may miss what is waiting for you just around the corner.

“He Has Aspergers” and Everything Else I Never Wanted To Hear About My Son

Today I am posting this for the brave and courageous women who are mothers to special needs children. You are special, you are courageous, you are loved and never forgotten by God. This is a journey that must be traveled that is not the same as traveling to another country. This journey requires daily courage. As for me just as in any situation I belief Jesus Christ is the answer. I am one who

believes in the healing power of Jesus Christ and I for one keep praying for those who struggle with physical, emotional issues or mental disabilities. The healing is in the hands of God, and I do not understand the why when the healing does not come. BUT I do know that Jesus Christ is the one who will help us through the tough spots of life when we think we cannot go on.

A Buick in the Land of Lexus

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Do you hear that?

Come closer.

That’s the sound of my heart breaking.

My son has always loved the ocean. His eyes are the color of the sea, changing from blue to green with the swell of the tide.  And my love for him is an ocean, an overwhelming force which is sometimes calm and steady, and other times full of conflict.

A mother’s love is like the continuous miracle of the sea. It begins in the ocean of your womb – but there is something unsettling about the way your baby kicks. So fiercely you feel bruised on the inside.

There is something willful and stubborn about his refusal to come out. He arrives weeks late, and even then – after almost 40 hours of labor.

Your baby is overwhelming and mysterious and brutal, like the ocean. He screams uncontrollably for hours a day, every day. And you bring him to…

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