How to Know God is Autistic
I decided that surely love—God herself!—lowkey, highkey?!— most definitely is autistic! Because hooow could she be so literal and giving and generous and unintentionally (?) but actively hiiiiiiilarious?
I decided that surely love—God herself!—lowkey, highkey?!— most definitely is autistic! Because hooow could she be so literal and giving and generous and unintentionally (?) but actively hiiiiiiilarious?
Love, thank You that as I am is precisely enough because I am who You– the God of I AM THAT I AM!– made us to be. Help us remember our enoughness when the world would deceive us or have us forget.
But perhaps that’s mothering, too. Saying what needs to be said and not being able to say everything, too. As the space of listening closes and grows smaller, our hearts grow bigger, our yearning grows deeper, and our love grows fonder.
Because here’s the real victory: not that I’ve kept the weight off. The real success is that I got aligned in spirit, in mind, and in body.
Are you truly self-aware, or just self-critical? Because God doesn’t just call us to notice what’s broken—He invites us to see what’s beautiful, sacred, and already whole. Awareness isn’t just good—it’s God.
The meetings weren’t wasting my time—I was. I had been squandering the opportunity to love, to connect, to lead.
Do I have to reach the limit to be enough? The answer came back swift and clear: No. Let it be what it is. Trust that it is good. Trust that what is is enough.
Love– My love is patient, kind. It always protects, trusts, hopes, and perseveres. Love never fails. So don’t fail him—or Me! Cast your cares onto Me, so when you are with him, you can be who he needs you to be. Not you—but Me in you!
How many times in our life do we set an expectation and then, within moments—within breaths—forget that we said we were going to do something different? That we were going to do something that would require something different of us?
I am learning that not everything I share will be received as I intend. A few weeks ago, I spoke openly from my heart, and someone took offense. It shook me—this space is sacred to me. But I now understand my role is not to control how my words land—only to speak and let them exist.