It’s 3:45 in the morning. He’s up so she’s up. Another early morning wake-up call courtesy of autism. He can’t tell time so when he wakes up he assumes it’s time to start his morning. She is so tired and weary, begging God to give her enough grace to make it through the day. Before Read More…
About Jeff Davidson
The Church of the Lobby
Across the country, many churches and denominations are dealing with declining attendance as they see fewer and fewer people showing up for Sunday services. There is one group however that is experiencing tremendous growth in record numbers. You probably have several of these churches in your home town. I’m talking about the Church of Read More…
I Choose His World
“That’s all of that I can take,” I muttered under my breath as I clicked the remote control to turn off the evening news. Watching the news these days can leave you depressed, fearful, apprehensive, and stressed out. No wonder I often prefer the vintage reruns of the Andy Griffith Show to harken me back Read More…
Going Back to the Creek
The black dog would slip into my room every night when I was alone and lying in my hospital room after losing my foot to amputation. Faith is easy in the good times, but now I found myself really struggling in this dark time of my life. “Why God?” “Help me understand why Read More…
Hurting but Hopeful
I haven’t written in this space for over three months. I’m ashamed to tell you why, but maybe some of you need to hear it in light of your own struggles. I have been having affair that threatened to not just estrange me, but to destroy me. It has left me wounded, scarred, and Read More…
Nineteen Years Old
Nineteen. Where did the years go? My son turns nineteen years old today. I remember that tiny baby boy that I would position on my chest with his head on my shoulder as we sat in the recliner. I still vividly recall all the times I came home from work and he was bouncing Read More…
His senior year will be different
Senior year. I remember wearing my letter jacket practically year-round that year as I wanted everyone to know I was on the basketball team. Friday night football games, followed by a school dance. Basketball games followed by gathering with friends at Pizza Hut. Late night meetups at the local college tennis courts to hang Read More…
Brothers in Arms
We sat around the table over mounds of onion rings and chicken wings. White collar, blue collar, and no collar. Two dozen dads who couldn’t be more diverse or different. Our one thing we all have in common is that we are all dads of children with special needs. Some have been on Read More…
Meandering through the Meantime
I feel like a mosquito at a nudist colony as I write this. I know what to do, I just don’t don’t know where to start. I took a couple of month off from the blog, or writing in general, to focus on some personal health issues and other projects. Truthfully, as I wrestled Read More…
Why Does She Do It?
She spent hours seemingly every day in endless doctor’s office waiting rooms. After she drives him home, she will prepare his food, do his laundry, set out his medicines,and clean up his tiny apartment. Later from her own home, she will work the phones with social service agencies, home care, and nursing services to Read More…