Do what you can, when you can, however you can.


-Hellen Keller

As I think of my struggles and those of many people in my life, many quotes come to mind. Over many years of fighting through various maladies and overcoming seemingly insurmountable odds, I have learned the value of doing what I can do when I can do it. Worries will come. Doubts will seep in. Our obstacles may seem too big, too impossible, too difficult to move beyond. Yet by the grace of God, by the resilience of the human spirit, and with a little help from those who may cross our paths, we are able to rise above and move forward.

Another quote that comes to mind frequently is one from “Buffy the Vampire Slayer” in which she describes how unbelievably dark and cold life can be, but that we can overcome anything, if only keep fighting and we face our battles together. I’ll leave you with that and would remind all of us to be kind and generous with one another: with our time, our shoulders, and our opinions.

Strong is fighting. It’s hard. And it’s painful. And it’s every day. It’s what we have to do and we can do it together.


From Exotic Europe to… where now?

Greetings friends, family, and anonymous blog readers!


Us at Legoland Deutschland for Weston’s 3rd Birthday!


Our little Isaac was born in February and life has been filled with beautiful chaos ever since. Writing opportunities were nonexistent… until now.

We have also received some news recently, which I will share from an earlier note on my personal Facebook page:

Many of you know our family has been dealing with a health issue and have been praying. Thank you so much for that and for respecting our desire to deal with this situation in peace.

A few months ago, I called early intervention to have Weston evaluated for a speech delay. Weston has a large vocabulary, but it was clear he was struggling to express himself. We found out that, while excelling on pre-academics (letters, numbers, shapes, colors), Weston was significantly delayed in each other area.

We were referred to a developmental doctor on base to help us find out why. With the aid of reports from early intervention, 300+ questions asked of us, and his own personal interaction with Weston, the doctor concluded that our intelligent, happy, caring, curious and friendly little boy also has an autism spectrum disorder

At first, it was hard to understand (He’s so smart! He LOVES people!). Now that Aaron and I have had time to process and learn a bit more about this particular neurological condition, we feel this is the right diagnosis. Most importantly, however, we feel very optimistic and blessed.Weston’s prognosis is excellent because we have caught it so early and he is on the higher functioning end of the spectrum. He has significant talents and gifts, thus fewer hurdles.

That said, he will need an amount and degree of therapy and attention that is simply not available here in Germany. Aaron is seeking a reassignment back to the States, as recommended by the doctor.

I recently read a posting by a mother of two young boys with autism and she referred to their neurological uniqueness as their “superpowers.” It’s very clear Weston is a unique kid with wonderful gifts, so that’s how we’re going to view his autism: he has superpowers. We do not want Weston to be looked at differently or for anyone to feel sorry for him or for us. We know God is going to do great things through Weston (and Isaac) and we are going to do everything we can to help both of our children be exactly who God created them to be!

So, after waiting a few months and wading through mounds of paperwork, my husband has been reassigned to a base in Arkansas. Wait… ARKANSAS? From the centuries old, incredible sights of Germany and the exotic, greater European region to Arkansas? What’s in Arkansas? Well, an Air Force base, for one, and most importantly, access to services for our son. And you know, I was thinkin’, if it’s good enough for Bill and Hillary… 😉

At first, we were quite surprised at the location of the assignment as we had expected to be somewhere along the East Coast nearer to family. Now, our immediate family is just over 15hrs away by car, with extended family no closer than a five hour drive. But they can reach us by plane within a few hours, which is a blessing. Given that we were not even 100% sure he would even GET reassigned, we are good with it.

To be sure, I feel thankful to be back in the U.S. where Weston’s access to great treatment and services will be greatly increased and our familial support system is not an ocean away! 

My hope is that I will have slightly more time to write here and share our continued experiences. My seminary study is on hold for the moment as I shift my focus 100% on taking care of my little superhero, Isaac, and husband.

And so I leave you now with one of my favorite biblical verses:

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)