(all things)

I have not posted in some time.

It is amazing how working outside the home can take up an incredible amount of time.

However.

In my Facebook feed, I was directed to a memory involving my daughter's graduation from high school. I had written her a letter. It was good to look back, to walk about Zion, and see the towers. How far she has come, how good God has been to us, and to her. Praise God from Whom ALL blessings flow.

Now, this week, my son will be walking an aisle, to the tune of Pomp and Circumstance, and graduate high school. My son, who was diagnosed with Autism, ADHD, language and math disorders, and a low IQ. My son, who I homeschooled, and very nearly became insane trying to help him learn and read and grow as a man. My son, who we placed in a public high school at the tender age of fourteen, because he needed a team around him, to help him. My son, who overcame many obstacles, bullying, social and educational. My son, who now towers over me, and is one of the best human beings I know. My son, who rises above his diagnosis every day.

This is a big deal.

I am reminded of verses in Romans, that describe the great love of Jesus, the fact that we are no longer condemned, we are children of God; that there is future glory that cannot possibly be compared to this earthly life; that the Holy Spirit Himself prays and intercedes on our behalf when we don't even know how to pray in our own words. When we don't even know how to pray.

And if all of that doesn't make you so thankful, so very thankful, then  comes verse 28:

And we know that for those who love God ALL THINGS work together for good, for those who are called according to His purpose.

So, my son, if I were to write you a few words to tell you how much I love you, how very thankful I am for you, that every moment of your life has been wrought with a purpose, this is what I would tell you.

ALL THINGS.

Your life has not been easy, I know. But, my son, no matter what joys await, what obstacles lie before you, where God wants to take you; He makes ALL THINGS work for good. For your good. It may not be pleasant. But it will, eventually, be for your good.

It will be the making of you.

I love you, son.