We tried everything we could. I spent hours on the computer searching for something, anything, that would undo our son’s autism. We tried nutritional supplements. We tried the newest and greatest therapies. We looked for underlying health problems that could trigger autism. And by the time he was five years old, I was exhausted, caught in a never-ending battle to find my little boy.
A friend from church dropped by the house and gave me a sheet a paper with a verse from Hebrews 4 on it. “There remains…a rest for the people of God.” Oh how I longed for this rest! I was caught up in a whirlwind of special diets, drawing blood, therapists, and doctors visits. Could I trade it all for rest? But what about my son?
God spoke to me clearly, an instruction that would guide the next fourteen years as we parented our child with a disability:
“TREAT THE SYMPTOMS. LOVE THE CHILD.”