Yesterday my son Andrew picked up a knife and said " Good-Bye Mommy" when I turned around he was about to stab me. I grabbed the knife away from him and asked him why he wanted to hurt me? He looked confused and told me he did not know.
My husband was not home he went to his men's cell group meeting. I was so distraught and sad. I sent my son to sleep and went to my room. Normally I would pray and ask the Lord for direction, but I must admit I was angry that Andrew is still with Autism/bipolar and now he is depressed.