(Why, yes…that IS a pink flamingo in the background!)
I’m finding it hard to write these days. Even emails…and the comments I leave on your blogs. You’d be surprised how long it takes for me to write those comments, as ordinary and dull as they sometimes are. I’m not sure why I’m struggling so, but whatever the reason, I did want to give you a small glimpse of our lives this summer here at the Doublewide Ranch–in pictures. If a picture really is worth a thousand words, then here are 10,478 of them.
(Notice there are TWO monarchs here. Monarchs in love?)
(I love that morning glories will claim anything they can reach.)
(Cosmos and the cosmos)
I also thought some of you might want to know how Ariel and Benjamin are doing. Ariel is feeling much better, though she does feel quite tired in the evenings. But who wouldn’t with full-time school, part-time work, and lots of trips back and forth from Chapel Hill to Raleigh where her fiance works and lives? Benjamin’s broken back seems to be healing well, especially considering he walks miles a day all over campus, lugging books and laptops and such. Thank God the young are fast healers. Physically, at least.
But the heart’s a little trickier. If only a broken heart were as simple as a broken back and you could rest in the assurance that that broken heart will knit itself back together in a few months time, with a little extra care. But, of course, nothing’s simple when it comes to the spirit.
Benjamin is feeling sad. I wasn’t going to mention this, but it occurred to me that not mentioning it implies that I think there’s shame in being depressed. But there’s not. And I don’t. It’s been a tough year for my boy, and…well…life has never been easy for him. Sometimes, the world is not kind to those who are different. Really, it’s hard for any of us to be completely “ourselves” because we are so often burdened by other’s expectations of us. But it’s especially hard when you’re autistic, as Benjamin is, and you’re constantly expected to adapt yourself to a world you don’t completely understand.
Benjamin is the bravest and strongest person I know, but he’s struggling these days. And there’s no shame in that. And there’s no shame in my being honest, either, even if reading this makes some uncomfortable. I simply cannot manage a pretense of happiness right now.
So I’m asking for your very special prayers for a very special child of God–my beloved son, Benjamin. May he know how much he is loved–by his family, by his many friends, by my readers who have come to know him through my posts. But even more, may he know how much he is loved by his Creator, his Heavenly Father, who sent him to us so that he might shine his unique and lovely light in our lives and in this world.
And Benjamin’s light is a beautiful, blessed, and holy light indeed. May he always see and know that, too.