My blessed journey as a father of an Autistic son
Joshua showers us with love and he is his own person in Christ the Lord.
It was early on a Saturday morning a few weeks ago, when there was a knock on my bedroom door and joyful-noisy-falsetto voice was singing “This is the day, this is the day that the Lord has made”. “Do you know why it is going to be a good day, daddy? Because Lord Jesus made this day. Don’t you say Amen?”“Joshua, it is still dark, what time is it?”
Joshua was diagnosed with Autism and ADHD as a little boy. Today, now in his twenties, he currently works as an artist; painting the most colourful acrylic paintings. “Daddy, you still didn’t say ‘and everybody says Amen.’”I mumbled something that sounded like amen. Joshua is a morning person. He puts the steaming coffee next to my bed and, without looking, I know there will be two pieces of rusks neatly displayed on
