Funkonovo/Allison's autism Blog

These are the times that don't happen very often, at least not on a weekly basis. My sister took me to a recreation center that had paddle boats for rent. We spent three blissful hours going around a lake that used to be a gravel quarry. It was quiet and the sun's power was tempered by giant, puffy pillar clouds. It was peace that both of us needed after having a very stressful week.

The broken window of opportunity This window has seen many a season. It has weathered many a storm. It has helped to protect livestock. It is broken, but it provided me with a beautiful photo op. I see beauty in broken, weathered and damaged things. I think the same can be said of humans. Though we are broken by sin, we are loved and made whole by Jesus, who never stops loving us, even when we break His heart. I vouch for this via personal experience.

Going through the motions, making an effort not to give up. Seeing no hue, just many shades of gray.