Now, in an extreme example of my insane actual orderlyness, you may have a hard time imagining just how organized I got it. I took every-single ball out of there, re-rolling loose ends, and tucking to the best of my ability (the avoid further/future issue)... and eventually had batches seperated out of the same yarns. Racking my brain for a way to assure they would "stay together" (think one itsy bitsy teeny scrap bit & it's mondo mass mate!) vs. my inevitable need to constantly buy new yarn when tackling a "bigger" project... so stuff lasts & matches.
I decided on zipped baggies. I'd hoped to cram smaller balls into smaller bags... but didn't get som many of those in until the bitter end when I began major manipulation of it normal dimension. Mostly, I've got a nice (much more orderly) pile of big baggies of beautiful yarns.

Plus, I was able to clearly glean good scrap bits, and other 'perfect' threads for my coming peices. Woo Hoo!

Feels good.

Now, about those clothes *heavy sigh*

I know God does not purpose that us or our children suffer through things such as autism (or epilepsy). I also know He gave us modern medicine & doctors great knowledge to do our best to treat. Yet, I have to admit that I often see more organic/homeopathic/alternatvie methods having the most impact when it comes to such otherwise incomprehnsible issues.

Autism takes on so many different faces. Children with autism are all so wonderful & individual in their positive (& even otherwise) traits. I know this, well... as I grew up, with my step-cousin who is autistic. The memories are somewhat vivid, and some more faint. What I do know is that he is greatly loved, and I could never pretend to put myself in his parent's shoes. Their hearts must cry out daily for him to live a life free from the prison of his own body!

I know, I've been told, that as the symtoms of autism in children began to reveal themselves in Shane... It was really hard for family to accept. They wanted more than anything to just continue to believe that he was a normal child. Who wouldn't?

What I do remember... and can't ever get out of my memory, was an afternoon outside our house. As we were normal little children in our finicky ways, we were excluding Shane from our play? I honestly don't remember details... just the tyraid that came of it all. My stepmother, his aunt, came out and lost it on us. She was yelling, and crying hysterically, telling us how "ugly" we were... It impacted me, though I'm not sure in the way intended. Mostly, as I look back on such moments, I think to myself I need to do my best to remember to not address my children (or anyone for that matter) in my moment of anger & upset. Also, in retrospect, I can see the torment of emotions built up within adults around him... not even sure how they themselves were to deal with all that they saw spiraling out of their own control.

This has all been a lot of rambling. That's what it is in my mind as well. Lost thoughts, mixed emotions, and a huge heart for His Perfect healing to occur!

willl it ever cease?