My autistic son Brock likes to go to a small lake not far
from our house and feed the ducks. So this afternoon we grabbed a sack of old
hot dog buns and head to the park. Ducks must have good eyes because when we
get out of the truck they start swimming toward the shore. They are always
anxious to see Brock and enjoy the stale fare he has brought them. We walk to
the shore. I hand Brock the buns and he breaks them apart and tosses the pieces
in the water and the ducks scurry to retrieve them. Today Brock is in a giggly
mood. With each piece he throws he lets out a chuckle. How many times do we
laugh when we give something away? But today I got a gentle reminder that God
loves a hilarious giver.
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