I'm trying to trust in a bigger plan that has been designed by a divine engineer who knows what they are doing.
Because I sure as hell don't.
There are days when I'm sure that I was destined to be the parent for my autistic son. Of course, then there are days (like today) when I'm worried that this all was born out of randomness and chaos and that my poor son is stuck with a schlob like me.
There must be a reason that a guy like me who can hardly operate a microwave without involving the local Fire Department finds himself as a caregiver to somebody who needs so much help.
I'm the least likely candidate to be the one to help somebody navigate the maze of Autism so I have to trust that my creator knows better than I do what my limits are.
I have to trust that there is a purpose to all of this. Perhaps I watch too many movies - but I have to trust that there is a reason why I was cast into this role.
Trust is difficult for me. I don't trust my drive through worker to take the tomato off of my burger, so how can I trust in some sort of mysterious plan that was formulated by an unseen God?
I don't know...but I have to.