Today is May 11th, eleven days past the end of Autism Awareness Month, and I realize I did absolutely nothing to take notice of the challenges of autism during April at all.
The answer is twofold. First, I had planned to do a series on Military Ministries in January, which got pushed to February, then to April. Helping veterans and their families is an important topic and I didn’t want to neglect it. I felt a Holy Spirit nudge to post the series as soon as it was ready, so I did. God’s time, not the arbitrary time of an “Awareness Month.”
Second, autism isn’t about a month to me, it’s about a lifetime. It’s about a young man who is gifted in ways that would make a grown man cry, and would help the harried find peace.
He is my son.
The world first sees him as deficient because he can’t speak or write, and will probably never hold a real paying job. And yet he is the one who knows when I’m down, and sooths me with a gentle touch, demonstrating the love of God. He is the one who reminds me what to do in times of trouble with one of the few words he can say.
He is an extraordinary gift from God and a TRUE vessel of the Holy Spirit. I wish others had access to this beautiful gift. If they allowed him to reach out to them, they too would be truly blessed.