When the promises are in the distance, waiting to be welcomed home


We’re way behind schedule when we walk in the door and I call out a litany of frantic mother phrases, “Shoes off! Hands washed!

August-do-your-reading-for-ten-minutes!” while I lay Ace on the quilt in the living room and toss a couple of toys his way before starting dinner.

Brooks is not happy about my plan for fish tacos.

He’s on the verge of a meltdown all the time right now. He whines in the kitchen and I ignore his protests.

“Sometimes you like dinner and sometimes you don’t and that’s just how it goes, darlin.” I say. The last remaining bits of my Texas drawl show up when I lecture my children. Can’t help it.

August is not whining. He’s in his room with his nose in a book about snakes.

I breathe out a Thank you, Lord for that reality.

He’s seven now and beginning to overcome his temper. Asking him to read for ten minutes last year might have erupted in a full-blown big kid tantrum.

And, bless it, my child is actually doing what I asked.

Brooksie takes his whining away from the kitchen. The fish is salted and peppered and ready to go on the pan. I’m moving from fridge to cutting board, listening for Ace, watching the timer for August’s reading. Chop the onion, slice the avocado.

I hear Brooks’ little four-year-old voice. He speaks quiet: “You are the cutest baby in the whole world, little Acer. Cutest little baby in the whole world.”

I put down my knife and peek into the room next door, where Brooks is on his belly, his chin propped up by his hands. Ace is on his back, his neck contorted in that way only babies can bend.

He’s staring at his big brother in awe.

Brooksie sings, “I am Ace-y, I am Ace-y. I’m a sweet little boy! I am Ace-y, I am Ace-y. And I bring so much joy!

“Careful with your kisses, Brooksie!” I call from the doorway of the kitchen. Brooks is covering Ace’s face with wet smooches, and Ace is grunting his discomfort.

The giver of the kisses lets go and turns his head to me, still hovering above his brother’s face.“Mama, look. I can’t stop. He’s just too cute.”



I’m sharing the rest over at today. On Ace, his brothers, and the hard work of learning to show hospitality to God’s promises in the distance.



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  • I could really relate to this idea of distant promises and of making a place for them in our lives and hearts. Thanks so much.

  • Patty

    So beautiful Micah!!
    PS I LOVED your boon “Found”

  • meredith ward

    Hi, I just jumped over here from reading your post on Ann’s site. I am 37 and have a wonderful brother with down syndrome. He is about to turn 40. It will be the biggest best celebration. he has a job he loves, friends who sincerely care for him and reads to my 4 little children as best he can. We are making plans for him to move in with us and couldn’t be more excited. I married a man who loves my brother as if he were his own brother. in fact when my brother calls he really just wants to talk to my husband, that is how great their relationship is. Your boys get it. Ace will be loved and protected and thrive because of it. Downs syndrome people are a gift to the word and God has truly given you a glimpse into joy unwavering, absolute contentment and forgiveness with out hesitation in the heart of your little Ace. Enjoy him and enjoy this glimpse of God in who he is.

  • Allison Morrison

    Thank you for your words 🙂 I am a special needs Mommy also to an 8 year old boy with Cerebral Palsy. I am walking the road of watching my sports-loving boy trying to keep up with his team on the soccer field. It’s hard. Very hard. But you are right, God is near, here in the future I looked to 8 years ago. I know He’ll be there in the coming years as I wonder how middle school will treat our boy, will he find a wife? Will he have children? God’s ways are not mine and I can now look back and say I am grateful they are not.

  • I’ve been reading and watching your photos via Insta as you’ve announced your baby Ace in pregnancy through this point! It’s beautiful and I relate in so many ways! We had a pre-diagnosis too. And we have 4 boys (our youngest with the extra special chromosome)! I, too, have the Mama heart that can worry about what’s ahead, but am thankful for the Lord when my fears creep in. He will cast those fears away when I ask! Our little buddy is 3 now–and though sometimes I fear the teasing ahead, I can tell you, there hasn’t been ONE SINGLE DAY when we’ve felt that from anyone. He’s a magnet wherever we go! He brings so much light into lives of strangers every day and of course into those who know and love him!! Thank you for processing your heart with so many out there. I am thankful for your platform for others to see!