Hope in All Seasons

The holiday season is here again. During the holidays, people do a lot of wishing. But I’m not talking about wishing for gifts or toys. The kind of wishing I’m speaking of refers to deeper longings for something different, something better. Often, we long for relief from painful circumstances, restoration of broken relationships, the ability […]

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The Invisible Troublemaker

When I think of troublemakers, I think of bullies at school, convicted criminals, and angry neighbors. You could probably list a few as well. But have you ever considered your own mind as a dreadfully difficult troublemaker? Your mind can be filled with greed, selfish motivations, manipulation, anxiety, fear, and resentment—often far more troubling than […]

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Show and Tell

The stuff had become a problem. Every time my son, Jon, and I headed out for an event, he gathered his stuff; an ever-growing collection of games and toys jammed into an ever-increasing sized tote bag. The time to purge had come. But something interesting happened as we started our reduction plan. Jon’s anxiety increased […]

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Life Extraordinary

Nothing extraordinary happened this weekend. We did the average stuff . . . mowed the lawn, bought some groceries, cleaned the house, cooked the meals . . . pretty ordinary stuff. Now, had we gone to the annual fall festival or celebrated a birthday or churned homemade ice cream and watched fireworks, I would have […]

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Stories

Below is an excerpt from a note I received from my friend Annette Monts Falls. She gave me permission to share it with you. On Sunday, May 19, 1985, in Boulder, Colorado, God orchestrated events to save my own life through the cessation of fetal movement of my third son named Clayton Alexander Falls. This […]

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Fessing Up

Okay, it’s time to fess up. Those words, fess up, make me picture a little kid who has just polished off the cookies in the cookie jar. When his mom asks, “Honey, did you eat the cookies?” his eyes get huge and he shakes his head “no” while a few crumbs fling off his face. […]

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Seventeen Years Ago

My son, Jon, turns 19 years old this month. Seventeen years ago, I sat in a doctor’s office and listened to a kindhearted, brilliant man tell me my son had autism—an umbrella term with five major categories beneath it. All the while, Jon’s hand-flapping and toe-walking . . . and silence . . . and emotional distance . . . and . . . the doctor’s words kind of melted together.

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