Friday, July 31, 2015

Yesterday I went to visit Tim alone because Martha had to babysit Josh and Jake, and Priscilla had a job interview.  When I arrived he was sitting at the dining room table and had just finished coloring a large picture, with markers.  One of the workers (I forget her name) saw me and said, "I want to know who taught Tim to color so nice, and who taught him to say his prayers?"  She said he prays every night.  I told her that our parents always prayed with all of us and I'm sure that's where he got it.  It made my heart do a little dance.  My autistic brother prays!  I wished my parents could have heard that!  What a blessing it is to know that my brother knows the importance of prayer and does it daily!  We went out for our drive and I explained to him why I was there alone and told him that the next time it would be more than just me visiting.  We listened to a CD of  Dad playing his guitar and harmonica, he ate the goodies I brought him and I talked to him about how strange it was to see Mom's hands on the ends of my arms (my hands look just like hers to me).  He gave me some sweet looks along the way... I love him.  I took a blurry selfie of us upon our return to his house....

2 comments:

Martha said...

So nice. I wish I'd been there to hear the story and see his coloring, but what a blessing it is to hear those things. I am loving his new home and caregivers a little bit more all the time. And yes, Mom and Dad would have been so blessed. (Maybe you should call Uncle Chuck and tell him.)
:0)

Priscilla said...

I'm happy to hear that he prays too!