Wounded in Our Midst
We’re singing “How Great Thou Art”—the joy of being able to sing together as a church gathering has not yet worn off. My husband is standing beside me with our eldest beside him. I find myself wondering, “how is our eldest experiencing this?” I try to put myself in his shoes while our voices join with those around us singing “… then sings my soul, my Saviour God to Thee, How great Thou art, how great Thou art … ” I wonder if how he is feeling is far from how he appears. He mostly looks the same as other...