On being forged into a warrior mom
If I could summarize our journey from Hell to HOPEISM, it would be in my faith, which I call HOPEISM. It has been my weapon of choice to get me through each battle I have had to fight in my mission to win our war called life with autism and seizures. Vaccine injury to be more specific. It would also be in committing to heart, soul, & mind the words and motto's from Forged, NDCQ, the Lone Survivor, and Levi Lusko in his book, "Through the Eyes of a Lion." I will be forever grateful to the inspiration, encouragement, and mental fortitude found through all of them collectively. Because of that, I am not allowing this tragedy of vaccine injury that has come into our lives to be an obstacle to being used by God. I am instead turning it into an opportunity to be used like never before!
This blog is dedicated to Brandon. His life has been forged by difficulty, obstacles, & all too often because of seizures - pain, blood, broken teeth, & broken bones. Yet through all that he has shown such fortitude. The bravery, strength, & resilience of a true warrior. He taught me that having strength through adversity means that even if you lose every battle, like the Lone Survivor, you never quit fighting until you win the war. That in the words of "NDCQ," you keep "dreaming," keep "daring," & keep "doing." As Team Guppy has yet to be able to escape vaccine injury, we have no choice but to as Levi Lusko writes, "Run toward the Roar." God has indeed given us such incredible power in enduring such impossible pain.
Some days the HOPEISM in that simply takes my breath away.
December 2, 2010
The Gift of Unconditional Love
Christ gave to me unconditional love.
I never really understood what "unconditional love" meant, until my son Brandon brought "Life with Autism" into my life.
Here is a child who by the world's standards, can give me nothing. He cannot show his love for me by searching for or making me the perfect gift. He cannot tell me he loves me. Most days I wonder if he even knows me, let alone loves me!
But I know that he does.
And I know that I love him whether he can buy me something to show his love, make me something to show his love, write to me that he loves me, or tell me that he loves me.
I love him when I get a rare hug, a sweet smile, when he's pinched, punched, or puked on me.
I love him whether he knows me or loves me!
That is unconditional love.
To give everything for someone who can give you nothing.
That's God's love for us.
That He gave everything for us.
For us who can truly give Him nothing.
He loved me when I didn't yet know Him. He loved me when I did know Him but rejected him. He loved me when I finally accepted Him and then hurt him.
He. Simply. Loves. Me. Unconditionally.
No. Matter. What.
What a perfect gift to know and receive this Christmas --- Christ's unconditional love!
Thank you God for the unconditional love whose cheek Mary kissed when he was born on that Christmas Day long, long ago...
Thank you God for the unconditional love whose cheek I kiss each night...