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    To Pray Like My Son Acts

    Yesterday my son—completely unprovoked, mind you—hit a little girl on the head. Out of nowhere, he just decided to bonk her. And so loudly so, that the teacher could hear the…

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    The Day the Alphabet Went Missing

    I knew it would happen. I knew it was just a matter of time. But that still didn’t prepare me for it. This weekend, Mark began to lose his numbers and letters. He’s is the 3rd…

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    The Triple Point and the Triune God

    I love science. I enjoy learning more about how everything around us works, how we work. And I simply can’t subscribe to the belief that God wants us to turn off our…

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    When the Future Isn’t Happy

    Sometimes I wish I could go back in time and “undo” things I’ve done or said. But these days I’m experiencing something very different. I’m wishing I…

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    Even (Painful) Truths Can Set Us Free

    I had a long overdue conversation with Mark last night. Jason had already brushed his teeth for him and put him to bed. But when I walked past his room with a basket full of…

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    Huge Lessons from Tiny Shoes

    Frankly, our adopted son, Mark, is a very ill little boy. His special needs are many, but perhaps the most baffling and difficult of all is the strict diet we have to manage for…

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    A Different Way to Hear

    Sometimes life with Mark can be like playing a game of never-ending charades or Mad Libs. He says words independently that may or may not have anything to do with what's happening…

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    A Perfect Gift

    Those closest to us can hurt us the most. And because of their trusted and valued place in our lives, we’re often caught completely off guard,…