This post records my memories from the time that God auditioned my wife and I to be parents of a disabled child - at least in hindsight, that's what it looks like. He knew all along what would happen, and how we would respond.
On a November Saturday
Perspective, Promise and Presence
There are just two things I want to know when I start hiking a trail. Where does it go? And how hard will it be? For me, the trail is a metaphor for life. For the passage of time. For choices made and not made. I'm also fascinated by the fact that inverting just two…
Waiting for the Light
That's exactly what it felt like. Waiting for the light to break through. So many strange words. Trisomy 21. "Chromosomal abnormalities." Down syndrome. For the first two days of March 1990, our world felt very dark. Our first child had just been born with a life-altering, if not life-threatening, disability. In those weary 36 hours, long…
Mike G. Smith 