Artist Or Autist

Artistic or autistic…one little letter makes a lot of difference.  I am definitely not artistic…my suspicions are that I fall into the latter category.  I feel as if I am trapped in a body that can't express itself…trapped in a mind with thoughts that run amok.  I’m living in an alien world, unable to communicate…lacking in all manner of social skills.  I am unable to really get a handle on the situation.  My brain is bombarded with millions of unrelated and unimportant thoughts.  I live in an imperfect world but desperately want to be in a perfect world…a world where every tool has it's own spot on the pegboard and a white line denoting its profile…a world where ragweed and pollen won't make me sneeze…a world in which I never misplace my car keys. 

I am just one little letter off.

But the good news is that it doesn’t matter to my maker.  No matter if I am one brick short of a load, half a bubble off, or one letter off…it makes no difference.  I have been rescued.  I must stop fighting and flailing…He will not let me drown if I just relax and allow Him to drag me to the other side…to that peaceful shore.

Thank you, Lord Jesus,

You did it all, You took the fall.

You made it right, without a fight.

You made the way, You did the pay.

You made me see, not just for me.

Amen.