I, too, have a son who wanders and elopes. My son has non-speaking autism. I’ve used the GPS apps as well. I’ve panicked when those apps failed and showed the dot that was supposed to be my son in the middle of a highway next to the church. I’ve run into my front yard partially dressed because I noticed he was missing, once, while I was getting ready for the day. I’ve wondered how a boy just disappears into thin air. I’ve raked my hands through a shallow plastic sandbox when I checked every other spot without success. What you write about is real and I am with you. My son is now twelve. He is still non-speaking but the wandering has gotten a lot better. Still, I’m afraid to put too much trust in those improvements even now. Thank you so much for writing.
I'm so sorry, Heather. I know those moments too when my heart leaps into my throat in fear of where my son could possibly be. It's so, so hard. "Where is my son?" is a question no mother wants to have to wonder of or ask. I'm saying a prayer right now for you and your son, that he would continue to improve in not wandering away and for God to feel near to you in your anxiety 💛
This is an encouragement to my heart! I am finding discouragement in church recently when every “rhythm” or “practice” we are told to do is simply a mystical summoning of a God that looks just like us without discernment of what is said in God’s word and remembering God establishes and pursues.
Found you through Tim Challies link. Thank you for writing!
Thank you so much for these encouraging words! I know what you mean; I can get discouraged by that as well. I find courage in knowing that God through the Holy Spirit reveals truth to his children 💛
I love this one, Lara! It's so true that we're often treating time with God like some elaborate treasure hunt we have to get right in order to speak to Him (or hear from Him). Thanks for this reminder today, I needed it.
I, too, have a son who wanders and elopes. My son has non-speaking autism. I’ve used the GPS apps as well. I’ve panicked when those apps failed and showed the dot that was supposed to be my son in the middle of a highway next to the church. I’ve run into my front yard partially dressed because I noticed he was missing, once, while I was getting ready for the day. I’ve wondered how a boy just disappears into thin air. I’ve raked my hands through a shallow plastic sandbox when I checked every other spot without success. What you write about is real and I am with you. My son is now twelve. He is still non-speaking but the wandering has gotten a lot better. Still, I’m afraid to put too much trust in those improvements even now. Thank you so much for writing.
I'm so sorry, Heather. I know those moments too when my heart leaps into my throat in fear of where my son could possibly be. It's so, so hard. "Where is my son?" is a question no mother wants to have to wonder of or ask. I'm saying a prayer right now for you and your son, that he would continue to improve in not wandering away and for God to feel near to you in your anxiety 💛
This is an encouragement to my heart! I am finding discouragement in church recently when every “rhythm” or “practice” we are told to do is simply a mystical summoning of a God that looks just like us without discernment of what is said in God’s word and remembering God establishes and pursues.
Found you through Tim Challies link. Thank you for writing!
Thank you so much for these encouraging words! I know what you mean; I can get discouraged by that as well. I find courage in knowing that God through the Holy Spirit reveals truth to his children 💛
I love this one, Lara! It's so true that we're often treating time with God like some elaborate treasure hunt we have to get right in order to speak to Him (or hear from Him). Thanks for this reminder today, I needed it.
This is something I struggle with regularly--so glad it could encourage you too!
Beautiful Lara! I could imagine you chasing your son and comparing that to the ever present reality of God. So good!