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There is Room at the Table for Everyone

There is Room at the Table for Everyone

A sunbeam, streaming in through the kitchen window, rests on Joel. Light shimmers around him. As the music plays, he slowly looks around the table, looking each of us in the eye with his beautiful, baby blues. (Who says autism means no eye contact?!). His grin says it all: I have a gift for you! Please listen!

Come to Me, and Recover Your Life

Come to Me, and Recover Your Life

My husband and I sat down for our quiet time this morning, and neither of us was in the mood to pray. Why bother summed up our mood. Then I pull out Jesus' words in Matthew 11: Come to me. Get away with me and you’ll recover your life. I’ll show you how to take a real rest.