<p>Raising a child with autism is like living a scavenger hunt where once you collect all of the necessary pieces on the list, that list completely changes.</p><p><em>Finding Leigha&rsquo;s Voice </em>will put you right in the heart of raising Leigha, my twenty-seven-year-old autistic daughter who recently stopped talking. The ride is full of ups and downs, zigs and zags, and quite a few miracles along the way. Somewhere in the middle of this winding road, I realized that Leigha was also raising me&mdash;to a totally new perspective, a totally new way of loving, and a totally new way of listening: by heart. From keeping my eyes and ears searching for God (&ldquo;God, Are You Listening?&rdquo;) to holding on to a sense of humor (&ldquo;Please Don&rsquo;t Be a Restraining Order&rdquo;), I find that there is one constant, clear truth: We are not alone. We have never been alone. We will never be alone. There is always hope because there is always God.</p>