Thursday, February 19, 2015


“Praise be to the Lord, to God our Savior, who daily bears our burdens.”  
Psalm 68:19, NIV

Many of us have read the poem “Footprints in the Sand” written by Mary Stevenson in 1936. She writes about walking along the beach with the Lord and realizing during the roughest times in her life there were only one set of footprints in the sand.Then the Lord tells her, “My precious, precious child. I love you and I would never, never leave you during your times of trial and suffering. When you saw only one set of footprints, it was then that I carried you.”

I was thinking about this recently after noticing, of all things, footprints on my pub table. Footprints on the table? Not such a well-known saying! Why would someone be walking around on that?

Enter Luke. My 10-year old, tall, 85 pound special needs guy who is YET AGAIN going through a climbing phase. Being February in Illinois he can’t climb around outside so he gets inventive in the house. When he decides to fly into my arms from the tall table like he did when he was 2 both of us end up in a heap on the floor. Thankfully, no broken bones for either of us yet. 

As I have to tell Luke again and again to get down off the high table, remembering that God carries me and “bears my burdens daily” is like slowing down and taking a big, deep breath after Luke recovers from a screaming, crying, head-banging meltdown.

Staring at his toe prints on the dining room table is one of the unique things I get to witness because of Luke. Another thing he showed me, by staring intently at them, is how cool bubbles in a hot tub look. I hadn’t seen that perspective before.

Not long ago he cracked up Katherine (our friend and Luke’s respite worker) and I when he came downstairs, took a shirt out of the laundry basket and proceeded to put it on like a pair of pants and then wander off. Unexpected for sure!

As a parent of someone with special needs I should not rush through life and miss these joyful happenings.  And there really is no need for me to quickly erase Luke’s foot smudges off our dining room table.  They announce Luke’s awesome and wild presence in our home--a giggle-fest-break from the storm of him not being able to talk and the other hard things that autism brings to Luke and to our family.  Who doesn’t need a good laugh now and then? 

Prayer: Lord, thank you so much that your word tells us that you take on our trials EVERYDAY.  And thank you for the laughter you bring us in our lives.

~ Deb Abbs

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