One of my little boys dances to a tune that is known to some as Aspergers.  I just got a new book in the mail called Homeschooling the Child with Aspergers Syndrome  by Lise Pyles.  I'm looking forward to gaining some new insights from it.  I sure wish I had been able to read more than the introduction last night.  Today was a very beautiful sunny day for most people in B.C..  But for Mr. Man the day was rather stormy.  Well, as the keeper of this hive it was my job to manage each difficulty.   

      As a child I was sure that parents always knew just what to do.  But now that I'm the parent I see that a great deal of parenting involves flying by the seat of one's pants.  However I begin to see that I'm not very good at piloting my pants.  I usually crash.  So this morning God gave my sleep clogged brain a gentle nudge.  I looked up "from whence cometh my help"  and was refreshed with the reminder of  God.  My eternal perspective sometimes gets misplaced under the great piles of mothering and life.  Then, when God refreshes me with the realization of Himself and just what it is that we are doing on this earth, it is as if I am coming up for air after being under water for a long time. 

Well, long story short, I didn't crash today.  God helped me steer these shorts of mine around all the land mines through which I had to fly today.  He is so good.