Driving the church van with my son in the second seat back at age 4, as we journeyed to pick up the faithful members, I could’ve never imagined I’d be graced to endure so much. He was diagnosed that year with a developmental delay, non-verbal, with autism. I also saw in his chart disruptive disorder in later years. That explained all of the hospital trips from him being a danger to himself and others.

I often felt trapped, alone, confused and I wondered where was God. If I started out with faith it was quickly swallowed up.

That was 10 years ago. And we are in crisis even now. But God has taught me through my son’s behavior how to respond in love and be vulnerable even when I am afraid and tired and to strengthen my faith by trusting in His promises.