by Chris Henderson I am at work, sitting at my desk, completing some medical records and Maverick City Music’s song, “Thank You,” starts...

I looked over at Robert’s desk one afternoon when he was around 13 years old, after his teacher called me back to his bedroom at the end...

As we begin this festive season, there will be many invitations to all sorts of spectacular parties and events. There are people and...

(Trigger warning for photo below) Journal entry 1/23/15 So where did God go when Robert was admitted to BAMC tonight? All alone as he...

“I am different. Not less.” This quote by American scientist and autism spokesperson, Dr. Temple Grandin, hit me as I was scrolling...

by Chris Henderson Some time ago, as I was experiencing a worship service, the song began: “Good, Good Father.” I sang along and realized...

Two people walking together seems to work well. I know, for me, there are times that I need a strong shoulder to lean on or a hand to...

It all started when my father, a now retired Army Major General, was deployed to Vietnam. My mother, who loved all animals big and small,...

“The work or practice of looking after those unable to care for themselves” The work…the practice. It takes work and practice to care. Do...

You need friends with gifts that you do not possess. You need to ask for help, even when you think it will inconvenience others.