For so long I’ve known something is wrong.No eye contact.No happy babbling.Now the doctor has put a name to my fear.My darling, beautiful child has autism.When I have cried myself out,help me see the gift you have given me—a child in Your image,a child of Your heart,not perfect, but not broken,not with the future I had planned,but with a future nonetheless.A future where we are both securein Your loving abundant presence.   Read next feature >