My hope is that the blog is once again in working order.  Seems that some updating needed to be done in order for it to edit correctly.  You may read but you also need to full understand that my technological ability is non existent.  Perhaps it is only one step above my mechanical prowess.  It may sound cruel but it is still true that I can tear up an anvil.  Some dads will teach their sons all about cars, lawnmowers or other stuff but that did not happen with me.  This is not something that wears on me but it is just what it is.  Not all of us are gifted to do that type of work.  All of the training in the world could not make me a mechanic.  At least there is still a spell check icon for typing.  Though my motto is that only boring people know only one way to spell a word it does seem to be important for a public blog.

My youngest turned fifteen today.  He told his class that it was the greatest birthday ever!  They went on a field trip and his teacher let him choose the menu for lunch.  Pizza was his desire as he ate nine slices while out.  Dad had some shirts waiting on him upon his arrival from school.  He went and bought himself a video game that he clearly wanted.  What my son did not know is that dad already had that game also waiting on him.  Now we have an upcoming trip to make an exchange for another game.  We closed out the birthday with him needing another shave.  Maybe I enjoy those times far too much but they mean something to me.  His sister will soon be off to college to being the next phase of her journey.  Odds are good that he will be at home for as long as possible.  My prayer is that God will allow me better health to do all that I can for as long as I can.

We forget on occasion that none of us are perfect.  Sin colors all of us to one degree or the other.  That which is not tainted by sin then is affected by our unique personality.  One of the good things about his class at school is they are all different in various ways.  It does not seem as if any of them notice too much what may be wrong with another.  They are simply who they are.  I remember waiting for my youngest to be born.  Those were exciting days knowing a son was coming home.  Memories also recall the process of discovering why he seemed different.  Dad shed his share of tears over all of this.  Sometimes still he can have those moments when grief washes over him.  But life is richer even with the characteristics of autism.  My son is spared much of the turmoil that comes into our life.  Needs are simpler for him.  He has no ego to stroke.  He knows what makes him happy without dwelling on what may be missing.  Life is good for him.  My pledge is to do all I can until my dying breath to make it that way. 

There is no way to compare my feelings for him or his sister to God's heart toward us.  But if that divine love is even remotely similar then we may underestimate just how much we are loved.  Just remember that God's heart is not dependent on the good or bad events of this life.  He settled the issue of His heart at the cross.  Life may not be fair always or anywhere close to good.  But we can be certain that the experience of the cross was no random mistake.  He commits to love us no matter how different or flawed we may be.  That is good news for any day.

Bro. Trey