Re This Is My Beloved Son, December
This article took me back to 1993 when I was diagnosed as bipolar, and the years of personal therapy, support systems, many reports, meetings and suffering on my part. Today I am doing well and still have therapy and support systems in place. My Presbyterian church has been one of my many supports. They gave me rides to church, were kind and accepted me as a person with a disability, and our gentle pastor and an elder came to visit me and took me out to lunch as well as gifting me with holy books for my reading.
I loved the last paragraph, “Yes, our son…is our beloved son and we have learned that our love for him is only a taste, a glimpse of our Lord’s love for us and all His children.”
