Visitors...

There are many ways I know God knows every detail of my life. As time goes on, I gain more stories and a better understanding of just how involved He is. Today was fast Sunday.  There were 2 baby blessings scheduled. There were lots of visitors. When I came in and found Endrit, the row in front of him were talking to the people in the row behind him. The people on both rows were visitors. Dorian was having a very symptomatic spectrum day with flappy hands, penguin step walking, constant movement, etc. He was wanting to flip over my legs into the aisle before the first announcement so I told him, "It is way too early in the meeting for you to be this antsy." To which the whole row in front of us turned around chuckling. I apologized and informed them of his spectrum tendencies. Come to find out 1 lady has been a special educator for 20 years and her daughter was in the process of getting licenced as a special educator this year. The best part was when the older lady told me , "This is a church for families. If they can't handle that, they can go elsewhere." I almost started crying then and there. It is truly the little things in life. The small kindnesses. The looks of Christlike love instead of judgement. My life has changed so much since becoming a mother. I have seen what Christlike love looks like in practice. With the challenges of Marsi's birth, heart issues, and Endrit being unemployed post-PhD, and now Dorian's tendancies, I am finding myself constantly coming closer to Heavenly Father. His love and care are so apparent in these simple instances. So, to the wonderful visitors in the chapel with me today, Thank you for being amazing Christians.