Monday, December 30, 2013

Progress Update for Lincoln

Praise God! There is an evaluation system called the ATEC (Click here for previous post on this from May) to gauge how treatments are working and the level of severity of autism your child has. A score over 104 (90th percentile) is considered severely autistic. A score Under 30 is considered to be mild autism and is in the lowest percentile (10th). If their score gets to be under 10, they are usually considered "recovered" and indistinguishable... from their peers. The goal is 0.

I say all that to say......check out Linky's scores!!

APRIL 2012- 82     (80th percentile)
Aug 2012- 61         (50th percentile)
May 2013- 35         (20th percentile)

Today ...Dec 2013- 28 (10th percentile)!!!!!!!

My linky went from severe autism to having mild autism. His original score was 82 and that was after a year of being in an ABA program for 15-17 hours a week. For us, Lincoln got better after being removed.  I believe his score would have been much higher when we first knew he had autism (April 2011) but I didn't know about this tool to gauge that.

The goal is a score of ZERO! God is able. We have been standing believing God's Word that Lincoln is healed. We are watching it come to pass. So very thankful and happy! We still have some things to get worked out and he still has a ways to go. ...but man he's come so far!

#healed #redeemed #setfree #kickinautismbooty

Side note: Daniel and I score him seperately, I scored him at 29 and Daniel scored him at 28. Either way; still in the tenth percentile!

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

C-scissors and Merry Christmas Everyone

As Lincoln stumbled out of the room from sleeping, he looked at the tree and said, I want presents.” I told him No, it wasn’t Christmas yet and he responded with his typical, “Awww!” He takes my hand and leads me to the office and says, “I want C scissors and presents.” I laugh to myelf, wondering why he calls them that. I realize he is asking for the wrapping paper. I get him the wrapping paper and his kid scissors and he begins cutting and putting paper on everything he can find from DVD cases to chairs. He says, “Okay Mom sit.” I sit and he brings me the presents one by one and says, “Merry Christmas!” As I am done with them he takes them and puts them under the tree. I love that he finally understands Christmas more than previous years. I can’t help but get the feeling that he is repeating a scene from one of his cartoon shows. However, I dismiss that noticing the different way he has me do it each time leading me to believe this is genuine and not rehearsed.

This whole scene reminds me of yesterday being at the Doctor with Lucas. Dr. Edgington asked Lucas if his brother Lincoln talks. Lucas responded with, “Yep he talks now.” I smile as he says it.  Then they said, “Can Lincoln tell you what he wants for Christmas?” Lucas said, “No he just says, ‘I Want Merry Christmas’ mimicking Lincoln as he would say it.” As he says this, I ignore that sad feeling that he hasn’t done that.   Even though Lincoln still doesn’t quite understand the question or the logistics of the holiday, it feels good to finally realize that he is excited about Christmas and presents. In previous years, Lincoln didn’t have a clue what Christmas was. We decorated the top of the tree only and even that usually ended up stripped because Lincoln wanted to line up the Christmas balls and presents too. This year brings me new hope for future years as we strip away the old things of the past and focus on the new things to look forward to. I can’t wait to see his little face this year on Christmas morning as he announces, “Merry Christmas everybody.”
***Writing activity from our Autism Writers' Club.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Brothers Healed From Asperger's Syndrome. Another Testimony...

This was taken from the Andrew Womack website.

"Today, Christopher and Deborah McDermott are the proud parents of two normal, healthy children, but that wasn't always the case. Not long ago, their two sons, Timothy and James, were diagnosed with Asperger's Syndrome and Autism respectively. Their disorders were labeled when the boys were young, and they were deemed incurable. While many suffer from these diseases and believe them to be lifelong, the McDermott's testimony will challenge those beliefs. Deborah would not accept the report, and called out to God for help. Her family's story can be seen in the video below, and it is proof that nothing is impossible with God—nothing is incurable."

Wednesday, December 4, 2013

Harvest Time

Mark 4 "Others, like seed sown on good soil, hear the word, accept it, and produce a crop—some thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times what was sown.” 

It feels like Harvest time here recently with Lincoln. He is doing all sorts of new things. 

Teeth brushing has been excruciatingly difficult with Lincoln. I literally have to cradle him in my arms locking his arms and head toward me. Or sit over him while brushing as fast as I can. Believe me, we try the rewards and all of that, even him doing it on his own. He just hates it and refuses to do it.

Last night he came into the living room and grabbed my hand and said, "C'mon Mom, I brush my teeth." Of course I followed him into the bathroom, he grabbed his stool and started brushing. He even stopped and let me put toothpaste on the brush.  Then he took a break and grabbed a cup for some water, retuned to the bathroom and finished brushing. I even left at one point to grab the iPad and take pictures. I am so happy and proud of him. This is a HUGE milestone.

I am overjoyed and so praising God constantly in this season (and all seasons, even the rough ones). He is indeed faithful!

Lincoln also potties on his own without even asking us anymore, just does it on his problems at home.

 He is saying things that make our eyes wide. He just "gets it" here lately even more so than before. He pointed to something in a room the other night and said "go in there mom." I said, "no Linky you go in that room."  He said, "no I don't want to!" He is just saying things all the time, love it! He is using prepositions appropriately and even using the right filler words. Instead of saying, " I help!"  He now says, "I need help." I don't think there is anything he can't say, he finds a way. he even told me the other day "I sad mom." I asked him why and he said, "Well, because I want iPad."

Understanding emotions, new words, self care.....thank you Jesus for this wonderful Harvest in our lives. "It shall come to pass."

For more on what I mean about "Harvest Time", please read this.

"The principle of seedtime and harvest will last as long as the earth remains" (Genesis 8:20-22). 

I am quite interested in the  "Law of Seedtime and Harvest" according to the Bible and in reference to faith." There are more references than I can count in regards to this. 

Faith is really just like sowing seed. Whatever you plant (speak, believe) you will produce. If I have ever found myself frustrated during the process of believing for Lincoln's full manifestation of healing, I remind myself of sowing and reaping. A farmer doesn't plant his seed and then the next morning go out and the crop is there. I'm not suggesting that it can't happen that way. More common though, it's a process, a faith process. 

Galatians 6:6-9 Let him that is taught in the word communicate unto him that teacheth in all good things.  Be not deceived; God is not mocked: for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap.  For he that soweth to his flesh shall of the flesh reap corruption; but he that soweth to the Spirit shall of the Spirit reap life everlasting.  And let us not be weary in well doing: for in due season we shall reap, if we faint not"

"Others, like seed sown on good soil, hear the word, accept it, and produce a crop—some thirty, some sixty, some a hundred times what was sown.”  Mark 4

Don't Lose heart, keep your eye on God. He is always faithful!

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Thinking Differently

What is "Thinking Differently" about Autism?

It's loving these kids and adults who are impacted with autism right where they are at. However, it's helping them to progress in every area of life to the best of their ability. It's believing beyond their ability that their capacity for overcoming trials will increase.   This requires "thinking differently."

For me, this is "Thinking Differently."

It is coming up with innovative ways to get my four year old potty trained like him spending almost an entire summer half naked at home because he didn't get the concept if he had clothes on. Goodbye "Naked Summer."

It's sleeping with him at night because if he is by himself, he will talk the entire night and not go to sleep.  This started when he was 2 because he would lie in bed saying his ABCs and counting the entire night. One can only hear "A is for apple" a few times at 1am before you start seeing apples in your dreams.

It's my stomach in knots when we arrive at someone's house and I see the shelf of DVDs.  I know he is going to line them bad boys up like there is no tomorrow and if there is a fruit bowl, they are really going to be in for a surprise.

It's me hoping that that friend invites me back.

It's speaking to him in his favorite cartoon voices to get him to do something I want him to do. I have mastered Mickey Mouse.

It's giving him a package of fruit snacks ONE.PIECE.AT.A.TIME. making him say whatever word my ears want to hear.  I usually make him repeat scriptures. It's only fair, he does keep me up half the night.

It's cheering in the bathroom EVERY.SINGLE.TIME. I hear him pottying even though he has been doing this for months. He no longer high fives me, he just flushes and runs.

It's noticing that the 25 year old cashier at Wal-Mart made the exact sound with his mouth every time a new person would approach his line. That he only spoke to say hello after he scans the first item and in the usual scripted fashion. It's ignoring the eye rolls behind me as he takes extra time to tell me that he is going to watch Tom and Jerry re-runs on Thanksgiving and what his favorite ones are. Thinking Differently has made me more aware and proud of this man for making eye contact and engaging in conversation. As I walk off, he starts his story again with the next customer and I just smile.

Ultimately; It's offering hope, sharing our story and loving people that are like us and different from us.

It's the mom who has her kid in the biomedical world trying every vitamin known to man....or at least a few.

It's the parents who work their tail ends off to provide so that they can get their kid the 30+ hours a week of therapy that he needs.

It's the mom that takes her kid out of therapy because he needs a break and she knows him best.

It's researching on the internet at all hours of the night (once you finally get your kid to sleep) desperately looking for ways to make him better.

 It's the mom who says he doesn't need to be better, he is fine just like he is.

It's the Mom who believes in Jesus and healing and faith with every fiber of her being. She so desperately wants the wholeness she believes the Bible speaks of  and listens to that inner voice that tells her not to give up and change her beliefs for anyone. It's accepting him right where he is at but believing with out a doubt that he will get better and conquer in this life no matter what her eyes see.

It's acceptance, it's denying, it's believing, it's's work, only unlike any other work you have ever done.

At the end of the day, we all think a little differently about thinking differently. But we all, hurt the same, cry the same, love them the same, rejoice in their achievements the same, and want what's best for them...the same.  Let's love those and support those who think a little differently than we do. 
Thinking Differently is a campaign here in Oklahoma. I love it.  While I am standing believing for my son's wholeness, there is still some stuff that we all go through that we have to think differently about. Many things in my life are still impacted daily as I cling to faith that it will get better and easier. There are still friends that need to be understanding and people that need to be more loving and kids that still need help.

Sunday, November 24, 2013

Healed from Autism; Ryan's Testimony.

I found this testimony a year ago and it completely helped build my faith. This was around the that I was starting to devoutly trust in God and truly just believe God at His Word that Lincoln is healed.

He is a Pastor and his son had autism. They had faith and stood on the Word believing for their son's wholeness.  Today, he is healed and has no diagnosis.  He is a college student away from home.  God is so good!

Please be encouraged by this.

These scripture confessions that I have posted about Lincoln (Click here to see them) came from this Pastor. Please feel free to use them for your child, putting your child's name in there.  I personally read them frequently and have recorded myself saying them over Lincoln.  The bible says according to Romans 4:17, that we should "call those things that be not as though they were." I whole heartedly believe in changing your heart, believing what the bible says and speaking it. "Death and Life are in the power of the tongue." Proverbs 18:21

Here is a good Preaching series and he talks about faith and his son's healing from autism.

Here is the testimony on TBN:

Here is the Pastor's Church page with all of the information on there.

Wednesday, November 20, 2013

That Day

We strolled out of the Psychologist's office into the bright sunlight.  It was a hot afternoon in June, even hotter when you were 7 months pregnant carrying your soon to be 2 year old.  Soon, as in, just 6 days away.  Daniel strapped Lincoln in his car seat and we got in the car and headed down the road to pick up our 3 year old son from a "stay and play" childcare place. 

My mind started drifting to the previous months. It had been 4 months since we were first introduced to the idea of our son having autism. It had been a surprisingly calm 4 months considering everything we had just come into.  It all happened so fast.  Our Speech Pathologist clued us in to his thoughts on Lincoln.  Then we met with a liaison to an autism program and they spoke to us about this opening in the program that would be perfect for Lincoln. Then he got into "the program" with more therapy than I knew was possible. Everyone spoke of "the spectrum" like it was common language.  I finally had to ask somebody what on earth the "spectrum was."  Our language changed a lot during those months and so did everything around us. We kept saying, "this wasn't like a cancer diagnosis, it didn't change him, it was who he had always been.  This was simply a needed formality. That day, however, it didn't feel like that formality we had spoke of. All of these thoughts continued to roll in my head as we drove.

Daniel started talking about church  and things we had upcoming that week.  I joined in the conversation telling him how hungry I was and we started discussing where we should eat.  As we stopped at a stop light, my thoughts all shifted back and I felt like I was in a daze. I thought of how I had teared up when Dr. Edgington gave us the official diagnosis. Then I thought of his calming words; "Never give up, expect the best, expect him to graduate high-school and go to college and get married and have a family, never give up."  I just started sobbing out of no where as I thought of those words.  Daniel looked at me startled and asked me what was wrong.  It genuinely was just a formality to Daniel. Bless him for that.   But, even in all of my knowing all those months, this felt like it changed everything. I said, "He has Autism, he really has autism!" I couldn't quit saying it.  I felt like my heart was being ripped out of my chest.  That was the moment that the previous 4 months and everything we had been through all came crashing down.  I had kept my cool and been super mom and appeared to be in control of everything, just letting it all ride out. Now, in that moment I just let it all out.  

That was a day I will never forget. Little Sweetness as we called him, with his red head full of curls who still hadn't called us Mommy or Daddy, sat in the backseat in his own usual daze. We picked up Lucas and made our way home. Daniel grabbed my hand as we got home and said, "you can tell me what our baby is if you want to."  We were suppose to wait until the baby was born to find out what "it" would be.  I had went ahead and found out anyway and hadn't told Daniel. I grinned like a school girl because Lord knows I couldn't keep a secret and I had been dying to tell him and he wouldn't let me. So, I made certain he wanted to know and then I told him we would be having a girl, our sweet Maddi would be joining the family soon.  After that, I spent the evening posting and responding on Facebook and letting family and friends know we were having a girl. For the rest of that day, I was able to treat Lincoln's diagnosis like it was the formality we had talked about.  I realized later, that even though Daniel didn't want to know the baby's gender, he let me tell him because he knew it would sustain me for the rest of that day and that the joy of getting to share about our baby girl would overshadow the sadness of the day.  Such a selfless, loving act and is one reason I don't dread looking back at that day.  Such a bitter......sweet day.

I should say, this is only a memory I wanted to write down of how I felt BACK THEN.  obviously do not feel this way now.  Just something I have wanted to get off of my chest and down on paper to look back at.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Lincoln's Therapy....

Lincoln still struggles with some things and can at times become a bit uncontrollable when he isn't happy. Well recently, he is not fond of sitting at the table to eat. Over the summer, I have become lax and let him come and go as he pleases. Well tonight, I decided, "No More." I sat two plates in front of him and strapped him in his seat, I gave him his choice of Mac-n-cheese or fettuccini. He was ticked about having to sit there. He went ballistic, screaming, crying and threatening to throw his plate and everything, It went on for 20-30 minutes (best guess), long enough that I was ready to give in and let him up. I just kept reassuring him, it was ok and he needed to eat first. Finally I grabbed my phone and went straight for Jesus Culture's "Holy Spirit, you are Welcome Here." I prayed over him and decided this would be a peaceful place. Within a few minutes, he quit crying and started eating, finished his plate and said, "I want more food." I told him how good a job he did. Setting the right atmosphere makes all the difference in the world for Lincoln. I have done this frequently before and it is amazing how it works. That is his therapy....Worshipping Jesus in the midst of his struggles and it works better than any behavioral technique I have ever been taught. Love my Jesus and Love my Linky.   #healed #redeemed #setfree #autismdontlivehereanymore

Shopping with Lincoln

Lincoln has spent the last couple years in his stroller at most outings because he runs off, plays with things that he shouldn't, etc. So we keep him in the stroller and usually have distractions for him, iPad, video player, random toys, suckers on hand (reinforcers) Otherwise it gets a little crazy! Today we too...k him to Wal-Mart with the others and let them all pick out a toy. I let him out of the cart, he walked all the aisles and wanted to hold my hand. He would look at toys and then put them back when done. At one point, he wanted ABC blocks. I told him he couldn't have those. (He gets obsessed with ABC's, shapes and numbers, so I am trying to broaden his horizons). He put them back without a fight and kept looking. He picked up another toy that was too expensive, I told him no it costs too much. He put it back willingly. Finally he found what he wanted and put it in the cart and said, "I want to climb like a monkey" (He still uses a lot of describing for some of his language) as he was trying to get back in the cart. On the way to the cash register, I found a ship that I knew he would like better and gave him the choice, he chose the ship. We paid for his purchase and went to the car. He sat with the toy in the box the whole way home for at least 30 minutes. He would ask for me to open it and I would tell him when we got home I would. He just said, "OK!" If you don't know much about kids with autism, this is rare behavior for us. In the past he would have been running all over, screaming when he didn't get his way and would have never put those ABC blocks back because he would have been so obsessed. He would have never been able to ride home without wanting that toy and screaming and pitching a fit because he didn't understand waiting. What a successful day for Lincoln, some things are finally getting easier. Thank you Jesus! 


Monday, October 14, 2013


Hope deferred makes the heart sick,
But when the desire comes, it is a tree of life.
Proverbs 13:12

It's Sunday afternoon, late service in church. The lights are dimming and all the kids rush to their seats to get ready for Praise and Worship. I take my volunteer spot behind the left side of the room and watch the kids as they join in clapping with the leaders on stage. I notice two five year old boys sitting down, so I quietly tap their shoulders and encourage them to stand up. They do of course and it's not long before they are raising their hands worshipping Jesus along with everyone else in the room.

A thought creeps in while watching all these kids and mentally I panic. Will Lincoln be ready for this room in two years or will he have to stay in the Special Ed room?  Even though it's two years away, I try to picture him in here doing what these kids do. I think about the Lincoln Logs in the back that he would be hard to pull away from. I'm pretty sure the stacking cups would excite him and if there is anything that resembles shapes, it's over! He would stay there and have no interest in the service. 

So, I start thinking to myself, "Why does he need to be like these kids anyway? I mean, he wouldn't understand the service and he wouldn't be able to focus so why should I be concerned about him being with all the typical kids that he doesn't care about anyway? He's happier in his class just playing his puzzles anyway." I quickly realize where my thinking is going, nowhere fast, and I dismiss the thoughts and move back to watching the kids.

This is the kind of thinking I can not allow myself to do.  I don't do it very often but here lately it's been getting the best of me despite all of the progress Linky is making. This kind of thinking did not get me where I am today.  I had to choose to picture Lincoln doing typical things and I would think of those things when I felt hopeless. Believe me, I felt hopeless at times.  When Lincoln was two and barely spoke sounds and just stood in the backyard dropping mulch over his head, it wasn't easy to believe he would talk one day! Yet, here he is today, talking like crazy and so very alert!  I chose faith over fear and belief over doubt.  I hung onto hope with every fiber of my being believing "he would know the right word to speak at the right time."It would be easier to keep my thinking right where it is, just accept it, accept him like he is, prepare for the future like he is, as a child with autism.  Something inside me won't allow me to do that and NEVER has. Thank God I know better.  Hope is very hard especially when everything in the natural shows otherwise.   I can list dozens of scriptures on faith, speaking, believing healing and thought control that prove why I shouldn't let myself think in any other direction than UPward.

I'm hanging onto hope right now.  I love the scripture at the top of this page, "hope deferred makes the heart sick, But WHEN the desire comes, it is the tree of life."  I'm really holding onto "when it comes,"  right now. Why? Because I have experienced the refreshing of when it  does come.  My eyes light up and there are always tears flowing when Linky does something that I have been believing for. It's a time of refreshing and confirmation of my faith in THE ONE.  But, I do have those times when I'm not seeing results in the natural as fast as I would like and I get nervous. I have to remind myself, "stay in the game, hang onto God's promises and keep believing!"  God is faithful and I know my little guy will lose his Autism Diagnosis and function free from any barriers and he does this more and more daily! I will never accept it, I love him if he never changed a bit. However, I know that there is more to life for him than being mentally trapped and I wouldn't be doing him any good by believing he was meant to stay this way.

Never Give Up!

"You're an overcomer
Stay in the fight until the final round
You're not going under
God is holding you right now
You might be down for the moment, feeling like it's hopeless
that's when He reminds you...You're an OVERCOMER"

Monday, September 30, 2013

Fine Line: Passion or Judgement?

"Passion often gets mistaken as criticism of others"
Story. Of. My. Life.
I am quite passionate about certain things. I am quite vocal about certain things.  This is me.  However, when someone else who feels differently hears me say things I am passionate about, then they get offended. I am not saying certain things to offend anyone or criticize them.  It is just that I am super passionate about what I have found out and am excited to share.
What am I talking about?
Specifically, autism. I walk a fine line with autism.  At one time (you can read more in my previous entries) it consumed me. I was engulfed in autism research, therapies, diets...everything I could do in my own ability. I believe there is a fine line between doing what you have to do in your current situation while still believing all of the things the Word of God says about my son in regards to healing.  This is that fine line I work so diligently not to cross. You see, for me, delving into all of the therapies and diets put a belief in myself and my ability and how I could fix this.  I started consuming my mind with that stuff INSTEAD of what the Word of God says.
"You get what you put in." 
"Where the mind goes, the man follows." -Joyce Meyer
I would give my husband  20 minute (at least) dissertation on how gluten effects the body, how this vitamin could help him among the other 12 I had already mentioned and many other topics.  After he listened, he would nod and say, "Okay, how much of this research are you putting in your mind versus the Word of God and what it says about healing."  I would get mad and think he just didn't understand. He let me follow my every whim while I in a sense discovered myself and discovered the infallible Word of God and what it said about my Linky.  One day I started listening to Keith Moore and everything he had to say about Faith and what we confess over ourselves.  He talked of how we confess allergies over ourselves and sickness.  "You shall decree a thing." The light came on and it confirmed everything my husband had been trying to tell me. I had been putting my faith into "research" and natural things.  I asked myself one day;
"If it were just Linky, me and God in the desert with no therapy or anything naturally to 'fix him', did I think God could heal him?"

The answer in short, is, YES! But, at one time it wouldn't have been that. I had to get myself to the place where I emphatically believed no other thing.  Eventually, I pulled Lincoln off of all diets and out of therapies. It wasn't a loud voice out of the sky telling me to do these things and BOOM I did them.  It was more like circumstances that led to that.  God was "pruning" me somewhere during all of that. From Lincoln's age of 21 months until 34 months old, he had around 20 hours of therapy a week. I was consumed.  Did I love all of the therapists that worked with him and believe they played a huge part in our lives? Absolutely! Am I saying therapy is bad and everyone should take my course? No! Be spirit led and make those decisions accordingly.  Am I saying I would never use therapy or diets again. Nope, I just know where the healing comes from.  I believe I had to take Lincoln out of those things because my faith was in those things and not in God.  Guess what? He has made more progress with us "just" speaking the Word over him and believing God's promises for his life than the immense amount of therapy he was in before. I keep my mind stayed on Christ and it has proven itself!
Don't buy into the lies that people tell you that are not scriptural! (I plan on writing all of these out w/ scripture references in another blog).
Such as;
  • This was a part of God's plan for my child
  • God gives special children to special people
  • God doesn't give you more than you can handle.
  • It's all in His timing.
  • He has a plan (hello! How about free will and choosing His promises)
  • We will receive our fullness in heaven, not on earth
  • ALL Wisdom comes from God (seriously? As if people don't twist things up in our human nature.... SMH)
All I will say for now is, show me the scripture references for those. Make sure what you are believing is TRUTH!  Most of these are just things people have twisted to fit our lives.  Why? Because, it hurts less and it's easier to just accept.  It's hard to HOPE everyday even when you aren't seeing results in the natural.  It's easier just to wallow and find support from others in your situation. I speak from a place of my past, I've done it. I don't want what everyone else has, I want what God says is mine! Hence, the title of my Blog; "The Narrow Path." I find myself on a road less often traveled by others. 
 It's hard to everyday, look at you child and say,
"Lincoln, you are alert. You process information quickly.  You eat well.  You sleep well. Your body functions as God designed it.  Your mind is alert.  God sent His Word and healed you, you are free from destruction. (Psalm 107:20).  You are free from any infirmity.  You know the right word to speak at the right time. You are HEALED!"
It's hard, believe me, I know it's hard. It seems silly at first.  But, it's more than just speaking it, I believe it! It's backed up by the Word! I renew my mind daily and it changes me and what I believe my Lincoln.
"Passion often gets mistaken as criticism of others"
This is the part where others view my passion for my own situation as judgment of theirs.  It's not judgment.  I am just screaming from the rooftop because I have watched Lincoln be healed right before my very eyes! Of course, I want to share that with others.  I walk a fine line, I love Linky right where he is at but I don't accept him staying here. I don't accept autism for his outcome!  I expect him to lead a fulfilling life FREE of any barriers of autism.
It's simple, really. Find out what the Word of God says about healing and follow THAT. Don't bog yourself down with statistics and bad thinking.  Expect to see healing and results.  Have faith in a loving God and hold on to His Promises. He is faithful!!
So, please know. I have no judgment of others in their situation. Therapy and diets have their place. Just make sure they don't take the place of God and what He can do in your life. My passion is alive because I know what I have seen with my own eyes.  My 4 year old was diagnosed with autism almost  2 1/2 years ago,  He was severe in his functionality.  He was considered non-verbal. This was all while he was in 20 hours of therapy a week.  Today is a different story. This morning he woke up and yelled "Mommy will you please open the door."  He has told me he wants to go outside.  I have shown him pictures of himself and he says, "it's Linky."  He knows all our names, can pee in the potty and plays like a 4 year old boy.  He loves his brother and sister and has compassion when they are hurt or crying.  He is a hugger, kisser and lover of a little boy.  I shudder to think where he would be had I not held onto God's promises! That is why I share! It's worth it!


My Latest Running News....

So, I have been running on the treadmill at the gym.  Usually, I just run a mile and I  have been trying to get my time down.  Here is my best time so far; 8:38.  It still feels not "good enough."  However, I am pleased because not too long ago I was trying to crack the ten minute mile barrier.  :) I am aiming for 8 minutes.

I would like to add distance while keeping my speed but that is a challenge! Yesterday, I ran at the lake.  It was harder than I anticipated because I am used to treadmill running.  It was less boring outside though, I will admit. I tried the "5K Forever" app. Day 1 is as follows; walk for 5 minutes, run for 7 minutes, run slightly faster for 2 minutes then walk 1 minute (do this sequence 4 times), run 7 minutes, walk 5 minutes.  I did not go as fast as I would have liked.  But I think it will help me increase distance.  I plan on doing this one until I can get my time down even more.

Thursday, September 26, 2013

My Lens

There he sits, on the couch as I am visiting with loved ones that I haven’t seen in quite some time.  Beautiful, thick, red hair with big brown eyes like mine and a laugh that is insatiable. He is precious beyond any words I can muster. I am beaming on the inside because the last time they saw him, he hardly spoke! He just smiled a lot and repeated his ABC’s.  Now, he talks! I mean, REALLY talks. They witnessed him laughing and hugging and chasing the other kids in circles while calling their names. He is glowing, I am glowing and I couldn’t be more proud.

Then it starts. I walk up the hallway and hear them say, “No Lincoln, don’t do that, don’t lick the couch!”  It has started, oh boy, has it started! There he lies, 4 years old in his diaper and he is licking the couch. I think to myself, “Thank the Lord he is still wearing a diaper.”  I mean, he is normally naked because that’s his preference and one of the only ways I am managing potty training. I start smiling, watching him lick the couch and then in response to their looks of horror, I start to say, “Lincoln……..” Then something occurs to me. He is being a dog! The puppies were just licking the cool leather couch and he is mimicking them. I call his name, “Lincoln, what are you doing?”  He smiles at me with those big brown eyes, puppy eyes, of course. He says, “I puppy.” He continues licking, he is in full-on puppy mode. I am met with their looks of horror again.

I can see how they can’t possibly understand. Here lies my 4 year old, still in a diaper, licking the couches. This is the lens they see him through.  They still have pretty, clear glasses on from two typical children who respond accordingly when spoken to, are potty trained and would NEVER lick couches.  The puzzle pieces in their world are all the right colors and line up nicely unlike the puzzle pieces in my world that they are now a spectator to.

I am thrilled, thrilled that I didn’t make Lincoln stop for the sake of being “normal.” You see the lens I am looking through has a whole lot of colors and they change….frequently. I have learned to adapt. I know in that short moment, Lincoln initiated eye contact, responded to his name, expressed receptive language and imitated. For God’s sake, he imitated! I am so proud. That’s why I didn’t make him stop because I thought it was adorable and at one time he wouldn’t look at me, respond to his name, imitate or answer questions.

I get to look through a different lens that most parents don’t even realize exists. They don’t even realize all of the milestones their kids are hitting because they occur naturally for them. Me, I am aware. Aware and proud to be aware because now I see life so differently. I can appreciate all of the things that Lincoln does on a whole different level. Lincoln is different and because of that he has taught me to think differently.  I no longer respond in the typical manner that is acceptable to society. I look through those lenses and see my Lincoln, my beautiful Lincoln in his diaper licking the couch being a puppy. Lincoln marches to the beat of his own drum and I am so happy that I finally chose to slow down long enough to listen and see the situation for what it really was.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

I won't Let Go

This is a slideshow I made of Lincoln.  I heard this song the other day and immediately grabbed Lincoln and held him as tight as I could.  Tears streaming down my face, I promised him I will continue to believe he will be just fine, he will have a family of his own one day. I won't let go of believing he can accomplish anything!

Someone sent this to me last week, it is the second time actually that someone has sent it to me. It is encouraging to know that people see me that way.  I am thankful for that, because at my lowest, hopeless (we are never without hope) points, things like this make me rise back up and get back in the fight! My belief in THE ONE has made all the difference in the world. I expect miracles, wholeness and completion in my family! I believe it! I want to be a legacy to my family.  I claim this for me and my family!

Sunday, September 15, 2013

Maddi turned TWO!

Maddi turned 2 yesterday! I can't believe it! She is PRECIOUS X 10! Boy, does she have some personality.
Got to take her shopping with some of her B-day $$. Of course, this was like a present for me also as shopping is probably my favorite hobby! Among her buys, my favorites are; black calve boots, leopard/pink high top sneakers and a Hello kitty fedora hat (picked personally by Maddi). She told me no every time she didn't want something or like it (she was emphatic at this sweet age of TWO!) and cracked me up the whole time! Thankful to have a shopping friend for life!

Breaking Bread (again)! I get it God!

So, we are doing a series at church titled, "I Was Here".  It's basically about being appointed people at an appointed time in an appointed place.  Great sermon!! Reminded me of some things I am suppose to be doing but I keep putting them off ( you know feeling inadequate and all that stuff).
Well remember this blog post!? It's kind of what God has been speaking to me all through out the year. Below are a couple of journal entries from this year on the same exact thing. All of this tied in with today's sermon. I thought, "okay, okay, I won't put it off any longer."  Then I slipped that thought to the back of my mind.

Then, we picked the kids up from class. Guess what they all learned about?? Yep, you guessed it!! Feeding the multitudes with the bread and fish and gathering up the fragments. At each one of their classes, they had a little project that I had to hold onto so they could bring home.  These will now be sitting on my desk at home as a reminder of what I need to be doing. Isn't God funny...and timely!

Thursday, August 8, 2013

There is Beauty in the Breaking.......

I have this freakish type of strength, I know it and most of my friends and family know it. The kind that when life swallows you up, most people have nothing left to give, Only I have always had more to give.....that kind of freakish strength. The kind that allowed me to carry on through a year when I almost lost my sweet baby girl in my womb and had two boys diagnosed on the spectrum. Therapy, crying babies, life with all of it's woes.  "Rough year" is putting it mildly.  Am I saying I didn't have a rough time?  NO! It was heart breaking.  I cried daily for I can't even tell you how long. But there was this crazy type of strength that kicked in that helped me fight through anything.  The kind that the Bible speaks of in Isaiah 40:31;

"but those who hope in the Lord
 will renew their strength.
They will soar on wings like eagles;
    they will run and not grow weary,
    they will walk and not be faint."

Well, these days I would like to find that strength again. I get through life. I'm doing alright.  My family is great, my little boy is a walking, healing miracle ever present in my life daily! But some days are just tough. I HATE to admit that.  I just keep thinking, "snap out of it!"

I'm not depressed.  I'm just tired. Have you ever heard the song, "Worn" by tenth Avenue North? I don't like to admit this, but I was so turned off by that song. It reminded me of weakness and bad confessions. I could never understand how someone could feel that way, until recently. Tonight it came on the radio and I thought this is exactly how I feel, "WORN."

For 2 1/2 years, it has been one hurdle after another to climb.  I feel like Satan has just attacked my family left and right.  I used to think, we must be doing it all wrong to be attacked like this.  However, the Book of James assures me that I am not.  These trials are here and I should not be surprised. Let me add as a side note, I don't believe God sends the trials.  He can however give me the strength to endure them and break through!

In January, the Lord reminded me of Mark 6 where Jesus feeds the thousands with 5 loaves and 2 fish. They fed the 5000 (really 15,000 including women/children) from broken pieces (leftovers) from the crowd.

I wrote in the front of my journal in January:

"Gather up the fragments (the broken pieces that are left over),
So that NOTHING may be lost and wasted."

All year, I have thought that meant I had some baggage that I needed to claim so all this healing business could take place. I guess it sort of still means that.  However, I was listening to Chris Caine talk tonight and she preached on this exact message! You would have to listen to it yourself to get the wonder of it all.  But, she talked about how Jesus broke the bread and the miracle was in the breaking. That's how the miracle multiplied. She said, "the power of feeding the multitudes is from your broken pieces." I realized tonight, that I don't have to do everything perfect for full manifestation of healing to come forth in Lincoln's mind.  I can make mistakes.  Life is tough and He never asked me to carry all this and to be flawless in doing so.  I make mistakes, I fall short...DAILY.  But today I realized, "The beauty is in the breaking!" That it's okay to realize it's not all about me, it's not about my strength.  He can still bring forth miracles DESPITE all of my broken pieces! Powerful!

This story is also tied into the same chapter where Jesus walks on water. This miracle happens immediately after the feeding thousands. Right after the Disciples saw Jesus feed the crowds, they already forgot and became fearful when they saw him walking.  Scripture says, "for they had not understood about the loaves; their hearts were hardened."  She said "it's what happens between the miracles that will sustain us." Isn't that the truth?!  I have seen countless miracles in the past couple of years.  Yet, I somehow forget in-between that He is the same God who performed the previous miracle in my life. I, in a sense have also forgotten about the loaves in my own life!  I knew when I heard the message, it was exactly what I needed. In this time of feeling worn in my life, God loves me enough to remind me that He is still here and I will get through this.  I feel like my strength is being renewed in HIM.

May your strength be renewed also and may you not forget about the loaves in your  own life.

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Thursday, July 18, 2013

Day 3 Update

How have my last two days gone? Well, the first day was OK, the second day  (yesterday) I did terrible.  I was in the car most of the day and was rushed.  So, I had a chicken sandwich for lunch and after church I had an Iced Mocha and a cake pop from Starbucks.....FAIL!

So, I am planning ahead today an logging everything  into "MY Fitness Pal" in advance.  So far I only have 908 calories.  So, I will have to find some other stuff to out in there.  I will probably eat some peanut butter for protein later or try some edamame in there somewhere. I do great ALL day until around 3pm.  Then I get the munchies and I want to eat everything. So, I try to eat light for breakfast and lunch so I am able to snack (healthily) for the rest of the afternoon. I also try to get my carbs out of the way at breakfast. The carb total for this right below is 39 - 15 grams of fiber = 24 net carbs! Not bad! However, I will probably end up closer to 35 after peanut butter and more veggies.

I plan on tackling Jillian Michael's "30 Day Shred" today and hopefully going for a run this evening. I am already 13 oz in for water and plan on drinking 70+ ounces today.
Have a great day and wish me luck in staying on track!

Saturday, June 29, 2013

LINKY J is FOUR (4) !!!!!

LINKY J  has a Birthday today!  He is 4 years old!!  My, where has the time gone? Lincoln's birthday is an emotional one for me.  I remember last year there was change in him but nothing like I had hoped for.  I remember thinking he was still so different from other 3 year olds.  Now I am so happy to see his huge progress! Love my baby boy Lincoln and am so proud and blessed to be his mommy!  This little guy is healed, redeemed, delivered and free!  What the enemy has thought for harm, we are turning it around.  Lincoln's fullness is coming, I sense it strongly. 
May the angel of the Lord encamp around you and deliver you from every evil work!

It's Been A While........

I am an all or none kind of girl...sort of.  At least when it comes to blogging, this is true.  I am either "on" or "off."  For the past month I have been "off."  These times when I am "off" are usually a growing time for me.  I want to be focused in what I am seeking and acquiring and wrap my full being into whatever it is I am trying to grasp.  I can't quite put into words yet what I am learning but this is part of it:

This is a recent post I made on Facebook;

Thankful for people in my life full of Boldness! That, my friend, is love. There are things in the God's Word that people like to ignore because some of it just doesn't sound all nice and pretty and it's not easy! I am thankful for the bold people in my life who aren't afraid to share those things and impart them into my life. We are spirit beings FIRST and sometimes the things the enemy throws our way we try to fight in the natural much to no avail.

Ephesians 6:12-13 "For we wrestle not against flesh and blood, but against principalities, against powers, against the rulers of the darkness of this world, against spiritual wickedness in high places "Wherefore take unto you the whole armor of God, that ye may be able to withstand in the evil day, and having done all, to stand."

I am thankful for being reminded of this recently and believe it aids in watching my son's mind become free from compulsions and everything he is afflicted by. Jesus came to set the captives free and my son's mind was captive for far too long.

Luke 4:18 "The Spirit of the LORD is upon me, for he has anointed me to bring Good News to the poor. He has sent me to proclaim that captives will be released, that the blind will see, that the oppressed will be set free"

God has given us a spirit of power, love and a SOUND mind. 2 Timothy 1:7 "For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind."
As a Christian, I have watched my son struggle for two years with a mind that seems to be locked down to ABC's, counting and just constant repetition and I don't believe that qualifies as a sound mind. I accepted the world's system of a diagnosis and a therapeutic approach that helped in some areas but felt at times more like training a dog based on a behavior and reward system. I can't find anything in the Word that says Lincoln is meant to stay this way and I plan on continuing to be relentless until we see Lincoln's mind completely free. I encourage others to remember that we are spirit beings first and sometimes we are fighting the fight the wrong way. Keep on keeping on What a journey!

---------Relentlessly pursuing that freedom.....moment by moment.

Thursday, May 16, 2013

Desmond healed from Autsim

I found a different version (slightly) of the story of Desmond and wanted to post it here.  Here is a video I have found also. I read somewhere that he is a college student now enrolled in Law School! God is awesome!!

Click here to hear Desmond's story.

A Different Desmond

The ticktock of a wall clock in the office where Annet and Adrie Oomen waited seemed a slow dirge compared to the staccato rhythm that shook Annet’s heart as she prepared to hear her son’s diagnosis. Outside the building, life in Holland went on as normal. Trains ran on schedule, people rode bicycles beside the canals, tulips lifted their heads to the sun and the warm scent of freshly baked bread and pastries filled the air.
But Annet was oblivious to it all. Her life centered on a single burning quest—to find help for Desmond. At only 4 years old, his world was spinning out of control. Thus far, no one had been able to explain why. Sighing wearily, Annet silently recounted her son’s brief, sad history. He’d been difficult from birth, crying inconsolably. At 3, he’d developed severe behavioral problems and stopped responding to his parents. Since then, he’d spent his days either running compulsively through the house or sitting alone staring blankly into space. He’d spoken only gibberish, and lived in a world where he was the solitary character. He showed little emotion, except for fits of rage.
On his fourth birthday, Desmond had started school—his behavior wreaking havoc in the classroom. His teacher had said, “Something is very wrong with this child.” She wouldn’t let him back in class until he’d gone through a six-month battery of tests. Now, at long last they would get answers to their questions.
The woman, a well-respected specialist in Europe, cleared her throat and opened Desmond’s file, “Your son has a very serious form of autism.”
“OK,” Adrie said, leaning forward, “how do we cure this autism?”
“There is no cure. It’s a complex disability that manifests during the first three years of a child’s life due to a neurological disorder that affects how the brain functions. In addition to autism, Desmond has a behavior disturbance and is mentally handicapped.
“We recommend he attend a special school for children with autism and psychiatric problems….The most you can expect is that he might someday get accepted into a special home.”
Suddenly, time stood still for Annet. Her heart slowed, keeping beat with the ticktock of the clock. She wondered how it could keep beating at all.
Out of Control
Somehow, it did. Somehow Annet and Adrie survived the heartbreak. But as weeks turned into months they realized that, like Desmond, they too had lost control of their lives. Their whole world now revolved around his condition.
“His behavior was so unpredictable our friends stopped coming by, and we only took him to visit relatives,” Annet explains. “Taking care of him was all-consuming. He banged his head on the floor. He slept very little. He refused to eat and was underweight. When his sister and brother were born, he never responded or reacted to them. The only thing that interested him was insects.”
Losing Faith
Annet was a Christian; Adrie was not. At church Annet found comfort, but no answer to the nightmare that was destroying not only her son, but her marriage and family as well. By the time Desmond was 7, Annet had lost all faith that even God could help them. In despair, she stopped going to church.
Still, life marched relentlessly on. Every weekday morning, Desmond went to his special school at 7:15…and every afternoon he returned home at 5:30. His school days exhausted him. But even so, most nights he didn’t sleep. When he did sleep, it was usually for no more than four hours, which meant short nights for his parents as well.
Annet and Adrie were often tired and yearned for a break, but any deviation from the routine was out of the question. “Autistic children can’t handle change or spontaneous events,” Annet explains. “If it was a beautiful day, we couldn’t just pack up the family and go to the beach. If we wanted a trip to the beach, we had to explain it to Desmond several days ahead. Then each day we had to remind him when we were going to the beach. When the day arrived, even if it rained, we had to go to the beach, because he couldn’t shift gears. Each day at exactly 6 p.m. we had dinner. At exactly 7 p.m. he brushed his teeth. We spent all of our time trying to satisfy Desmond. Autism reigned in our house.”
Choosing to Believe
In 1996, one of Annet’s friends invited her to visit Jubilee Church, under the leadership of Pastors Hans and Herma Oudhoff. From the moment Annet stepped into the small congregation, she experienced the love of God and the presence of the Holy Spirit.
When Pastor Hans heard about Annet’s situation he said the first positive words she’d heard in years. “Annet, you came to the right place because God wants to heal Desmond and He will heal him.”
Annet was furious. For eight years she’d lived with an autistic child. After years of specialists giving their expert opinions about Desmond’s condition,
how dare this medically untrained pastor even suggest that God could heal him?
After a few days, however, Annet began to reconsider. “I started thinking about what Pastor Hans said to me,” Annet remembers. “He read Deuteronomy 30:19, ‘I call heaven and earth as witnesses today against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing; therefore choose life, that both you and your descendants may live’ (New King James Version).
“I kept thinking about that and wondering, What if it’s true? What if Desmond’s healing hinged on a simple choice to believe or not to believe? I decided I would go back to church and do everything God told me to do through His Word and through my pastor.”
Taking a Stand
Pastors Hans and Herma, who were Partners with Kenneth Copeland Ministries and watched the daily broadcast on TBN satellite TV, had ordered the six-tape Healing School series by Gloria Copeland. There were some extremely sick people in the church they were pastoring, so they decided to translate the tapes into Dutch.
“November 1996, my pastors started teaching weekly Healing School which I attended,” Annet says. “Until then I didn’t know I had a covenant with God, and I had no idea the depth of what Communion promises. I didn’t know God hates sickness, and that it came from the devil. I didn’t realize the Bible says Jesus healed everyone who was oppressed of the devil. And I certainly didn’t know the power of my words.
“Healing School opened my eyes—no matter how impossible Desmond’s situation appeared, there is nothing impossible with God…I realized that for years I’d prayed out of fear and not faith. I’d also been double-minded—I asked God to heal him and then talked on the phone with everyone who called to hear the sad story of our lives. I had to change my prayer life, my words and who I talked to. I stopped spending time with people who didn’t have faith for Desmond to be healed. Most of all, I started speaking God’s Word over Desmond instead of man’s words.”
Annet also started taking Desmond to church. Since services often lasted for two hours or more, she expected to have trouble keeping him calm. To her great surprise, a peace fell over Desmond each time he stepped into church. It was the one place where he was at total rest.
Elsewhere, his obsessive tendencies were as bad as ever. But Annet used them for his own good. For hours on end, she taught him to confess, “I am healed.”
In addition to attending church and Healing School, Annet watched Christian programs after everyone else was in bed. She attended services at Eagle Mountain International Church via the Internet. Not a single thing changed. Desmond continued to live in his own world while the rest of
the family orbited around him.
From 1996 until early 1998, Annet continued her faith stand for Desmond’s healing, refusing to be moved by her circumstances, looking solely at God’s Word which said by Jesus’ stripes we “were healed.” Jesus paid the price for Desmond’s healing on Calvary when He paid the price for his salvation. Because Annet believed that, she praised and worshiped God, regardless of the circumstances.
An Ordinary Day
Nothing about that day marked it as special. Snow blanketed Holland, hiding the hope of spring’s vibrant green and vivid red tulips beneath a pale, icy crust. As Desmond crunched his way into the school, Annet knew that in a few months God would free the flowers from their frigid hiding place; and she fully expected Him to free Desmond in the same way.
That afternoon after school, 10-year-old Desmond did something he’d never done before. He walked up to his mother and looked her in the eye.
“Mom, can I ask you something?” he said. “Why am I at a school with strange children? They don’t talk to each other. They push each other down. They scream….”
Tears streaming down her face, Annet ran to the phone and called her husband. “You better come home because our miracle has arrived!”
Adrie dropped his tools and sprinted to his car, arriving home within minutes. For the first time, he sat down and had a conversation with his son. Annet couldn’t stop crying. Adrie couldn’t stop grinning.
A Date With Destiny
In the aftermath of Desmond’s miracle, Adrie gave his heart to the Lord Jesus, as did Annet’s mother, father and other friends and relatives. Annet and Adrie asked the specialists to retest their son. “He plays well with others,” they were told. “He listens well. He communicates well. He is obedient. He has a good grasp of sums. He is one year ahead in his reading level.”
Those weren’t the only changes. Desmond had never been able to ride a bicycle, skate, catch a ball or play sports. Now his motor skills were normal.
In April 1998, Annet and Adrie enrolled Desmond in public school, much to the disdain of the psychiatric staff at his special school. Annet and Adrie had to sign a document assuming responsibility for all the ‘risks’ involved. There was a long waiting list for the special care Desmond was getting, and
no easy way back.
But he was not going back. He went from a classroom of seven students to a class of 30. He mixed with hundreds of children on the playground. Within a few weeks he was riding a bike and playing sports.
“For the next two years, we taught him things most children had already learned: that cars run on gasoline, you have to pay for groceries and florists sell flowers,” Annet recalled. “By the time he was 12, he had caught up on everything he’d missed.”
When Desmond finished elementary school, he was admitted to Holland’s highest academic program where he not only excelled in his studies, but in sports as well. At 6 feet 5 inches tall, he is an avid soccer player. Now 18 years old, Desmond plans to study law. He is extremely sociable, and filled with joy and good humor.
“The mountain in Desmond’s life called autism didn’t just move. It collapsed!” Annet laughs. “How do you say thank you for a miracle like that? I thank God every day, for He is the healer. But I can’t help but wonder what would have happened to Desmond if Kenneth and Gloria Copeland and Hans and Herma Oudhoff hadn’t answered the call of God on their lives. I am eternally grateful they did.”
Today, Desmond Oomen’s life is no longer spinning out of control. It’s simply spinning—with love and laughter, faith and family. The boy who once had no future is hurtling toward his own divine destiny, and the family that once revolved around the autism that plagued him has found another, more divine orbit, in the light of the Son of God.

Wednesday, May 15, 2013


I am in awe of Lincoln as he blossoms daily.  From a little boy who was marked off in every category except 1 for having Autism when he was just 23 months old, to a 3 1/2 year old little boy who has come SO far! I remember the day so clearly that it truly hit me, that in the natural he appeared to have Autism.  He stood in the back yard for a solid 20 minutes playing with mulch,  He would drop it over his head and watch it fall...over and over.  It was heartbreaking to watch.  Those were the days that when we went somewhere or left somewhere it was nightmare! He always had to be in the stroller strapped in with an iPad or something to catch his attention!

Just last week we went to he zoo and didn't even bother taking the stroller! He did amazing! 
Yesterday, Daniel and I were driving.  We let the kids get out of the car to play for a short bit.  When, it was time to go. Lincoln laughed and stayed behind not wanting to leave.  I was interested how Lincoln would respond, so I told Daniel to pretend he was leaving in the car and I would hide beside him and see how he responded.  You see at one time, Lincoln would have been so engulfed in rocks or mulch or transfixed on something that he would have not cared that we were leaving.  We would have to physically carry him to the car with him screaming and hitting the whole way. So, as Daniel started backing up, Lincoln starts yelling, " No Dad, don't leave!  Wait for me Dad, wait for me!"  I quickly ran and grabbed Lincoln and said, "we wouldn't leave you Lincoln!" I was amazed at how he responded!! Praise God that his mental cognition is what it is today!

Lincoln has improved dramatically in some of his scores that I follow. There is an evaluation system for when you start a new therapy or diet etc.  This gauges how "Autistic" the child is.  I used it for the first time immediately after Lincoln had been in speech therapy and 17 hours of ABA therapy for one year! His first score was quite high for all the therapy he had.  Then we started Lincoln on a GFCFSF diet and 4 months into the diet is when his score had dropped.  We didn't know if it was because of the diet or if because we removed him from some pretty intense therapy and he just needed a break. In November of 2012 we took Lincoln out of all therapy (See this blog) and off all diets and have just been seeking God and believing He healed Lincoln and Lincoln's scores have fallen dramatically!!

Read below and it tells you about the evaluation system.

I did this first in April of 2012 and his total score was 82. (0 is no Autism and over 100 is severe)   
This put him in the 80 percentile for Autism.

In August 2012, his score went down to 61! This put him in the 50 percentile.

As of today (9 months since last checking) his total score is 35!! This puts him in the 20 percentile!

My favorite part was when the tool asked what "type of behavior or treatment" were we measuring.  I simply wrote, "God  :)"

HE is amazing and I love walking this out and watching the manifestation of healing ever present in Lincoln's body! Praise God!



Some Professionals have developed the Autism Treatment Evaluation Checklist (ATEC) with the intent to assist parents, physicians and researchers evaluate virtually any treatment for autism. The scores are weighted according to the response and the corresponding subscale.  
The ATEC evaluates 77 items, such as whether the child knows his or her name, makes eye contact with others, or has symptoms such as bed-wetting, diarrhea, constipation and so on. These are divided into four sub-groups that measure the child in terms of:
  • Speech / Language / Communication (14 items)
  • Sociability (20 items)
  • Sensory / Cognitive Awareness (18 items)
  • Health / Physical / Behavior (25 items)
ATEC scores range from 0 to 180. The lower the score, the better. If a child scores zero or close to zero, that child can no longer be distinguished from non-autistic children and thus can be considered fully recovered. The important benchmarks in scoring are as follows:
  • ATEC < 30. This level places the child in the top 10 percentile. A child with score of less than 30 – or, better still, less than 20 – would have some ability to conduct normal, two-way conversations, and more or less behave normally. Such children have high chances of leading normal lives as independent individuals.
  • ATEC < 50. This places the child in the 30th percentile level. The child has good chances of being semi-independent. More importantly, he or she will not likely need to be placed in an institution. For many parents of autistic children, being able to achieve improvement up to this level is already considered very significant.
  • ATEC > 104. Even though the maximum score is 180, any person with a score of more than 104 would already be in the 90th percentile, and be considered very severely autistic.

The range of scores, and their percentile levels, are shown in the table below:
PercentileATEC score
mild autism
0 – 9
0 – 30
10 – 1931 – 41
20 – 2942 – 50
30 – 3951 – 57
40 – 4958 – 64
50 – 5965 – 71
60 – 6972 – 79
70 – 7980 – 89
80 – 8990 – 103
90 – 100
severe autism
104 – 180