A Story I Told to God

Lynn Browder
Aug 24, 2017 · 1 min read

When I lay my head down at night I pray that tonight is not the night Owen figures out how to open doors, and gates, and windows, and is safe. I pray tomorrow I figure out door alarms, or motion sensors, or something. I pray I don’t sleep through noises and I hope that I can teach him how to stay safe. I pray for strength every day. I pray for guidance. And as I prayed yesterday I added “blah blah blah” to the end of one of my prayers, then quickly asked God if he was ok with that, and if he understood that “blah blah blah” meant at his will and anything else he wanted to help me with. So tonight as I get ready for bed I pray that my baby is safe and that tomorrow I have more words.

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Lynn Browder

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I am on a mission to spread autism awareness, compassion, love and understanding. I have a five year old son, Owen who has autism. Love music and comedy.

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