Our local conversation buzzing is about the lack of churches that provide support for individuals with autism.  While it is a serious discussion here I would like to express my thankfulness for our church and the people in it.  There may not be a room set up for Nathan and I often sit in the hall with him, but he loves going to church.  So while he may not be scripturally edified he is spiritually edified.  There are a few who avoid us, but those numbers I can count on one hand.  (And it makes me smile as they try not to be too obvious.) Others flock to his side offering their hand for him to shake or placing their babies in his lap.  Nathan is drawn to the innocence of babies and seeks them out diligently each week.  Two young ladies, remembering his hugs from week to week, present themselves in front of him and wait patiently to receive.  One of this weeks many hug recipients despite not feeling her perky self let Nathan love on her in his usual fashion.  Not struggling, but allowing him to try to comfort her.