I read this post this weekend and – not gonna lie – it was discouraging. I wondered how many women were reading that article through streaming tears, thinking, “That’s me. That’s my kid.” I found myself asking: what now? What do we do with this information?
So, I’m dreaming out loud this morning: what if every parent of a troubled child had a reliable, unflappable, indefatigable go-to person for prayer and encouragement? Not a person for advice, just a person for strength and hope. I could be that person for one other person. I could stake my flag in the ground of your child’s possibilities and pray like crazy for a miracle. I could pray for you and your battlefield the way that so many people are praying for me and mine.
Are you a mom who needs a friend with no degree in counseling, no experience dealing with mental disabilities, but a strong faith in the God who loves you and your incredible kid? Shoot me an email. I would love to stand with you.