Disability and Faith


In the group home they are waiting...

A poem – Beloved

In every season, in every storm In moments of questions In moments of fear In moments when everything seems so unclear Be still and know that you are loved

A poem – Sensory Processing Disorder

There is a subtle panic in her eyes: she is trying to read me, trying to understand what it is I could want from her, but she picks up nothing at all from my best encouraging face.

Keeping Silence (Mike Walker)

My silence can be holy, if I feel The presence, and the touch, of those who care. A gentle hand, or word, makes joy more real, And griefs gain substance in a loving prayer.

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