“Why does she do that? ” my 10-year-old asked me recently, while watching her 15-year-old autistic sister draw a picture. The question wasn’t why she was drawing a picture. It was why she had just drawn the same exact picture 15 times in 15 different colors and stacked them neatly in a pile. I wish…
Category: Pain
I Feel Sorry for the Statue of Liberty
Well, I don’t feel sorry for THE Statue of Liberty. The person I feel sorry for is the guy on the corner dressed up like the Statue of Liberty. In our town there’s a tax service that uses the Statue of Liberty as their mascot. When January rolls around every year we start to see…
Storms that Bring Blessing
I was at a friend’s house this week for a visit and she showed me some damage that had been done to her house by a recent storm. Some of the brickwork was busted around her porch, as well as posts needed to be replaced. In addition, they were going to need a new roof. …
I Didn’t Know
Two years ago I wrote my first blog post, because of my daughter Cadence. She has shown us first hand the challenges of living with Autism (challenging for her, our other children and ourselves) but I started writing this blog because I wanted to offer hope to others. I have been honest about some of…
That’s Going to Leave a Mark
I recently received a handmade gift from my good friend, Jessica. Jess is an artist. She makes beautiful, hand-stamped jewelry and is very talented at what she does. I personally think, however, that her greatest talent isn’t making jewelry (although she is awesome at it), but rather, it is actually seeing the truth about people,…
The Doctor Appointment: Post-it Note #132
In a perfect world we would never have to take our kids to the doctor. But I would settle for a logical and peaceful world. A world in which a 4-year-old responds with an “ok mom” when they are told they need to go to the doctor if they want their yucky throat to feel…
Things Are Not Always As They Seem: Post-it Note #128
I picked Cadence up from school one day this week and her shadow told me that Cadence sang all afternoon. For those new to the blog, Cadence is my oldest daughter who has Autism and is essentially non-verbal. When Cadence sings, it’s not with words. She sings with sounds and rhythms to a tune that…
Running Away From Home: Post-it Note #113
Sometimes things can get a little hairy at my house. Loud. Messy. Hectic. That’s kind of the norm for me. My 5 kiddos mixed with just living life and there are days when I really recognize how inadequate I am for the tasks on my plate. Every once in a while, when I’m feeling overwhelmed,…
Professional Help…Post-it Note #61
We all need help sometimes. When we’re sick we call a doctor. When we have a toothache we call the dentist. When the pipes burst we call a plumber. But sometimes something inside our hearts or our marriages or our family breaks. Then we don’t call anybody. We hide it and try to keep it…
At the End of Your Rope. Desperate…Post-it Note #42
I have been following a friend’s posts on FB lately. She has 2 different friends whose husbands have had major complications from the flu. This week they both passed away. From the flu! It’s unbelievable. I don’t know these families or what they think of God, but I wondered as I was praying for them…
Collard greens, Black eyed peas and a clean slate…Post-it Note #39
In the Deep South we have a tradition on New Year’s Day. For lunch or dinner it is customary to eat black-eyed peas and collard greens. My grandmother said that the black-eyed peas represented coins and the collard greens represented money, and she cooked them every January 1st. I always told her to eat some…
Post-it Note #22: Mean Girls
I was recently taking my daughter and her best friend to Girl Scouts when they started talking about another girl at school. A mean girl. She’s a mouthy one. As mean girls usually are. She’s a tiny little thing not as big as a minute but has an attitude and a mouth the size of…
Grace in the Real World - by Connie Post 