My oldest son is neurodivergent. Our family struggled mightily during his adolescent years. I remember many nights after hours long meltdowns, stepping outside to look up at the moon. Seeing the moon, in all it’s splendor, night after night, reminded me that there is a God who hung the moon, and cares for His creation. My son is now in his early 30’s and has found his way in life. I am so thankful! I appreciate your focus on the moon in this episode.
My oldest son is neurodivergent. Our family struggled mightily during his adolescent years. I remember many nights after hours long meltdowns, stepping outside to look up at the moon. Seeing the moon, in all it’s splendor, night after night, reminded me that there is a God who hung the moon, and cares for His creation. My son is now in his early 30’s and has found his way in life. I am so thankful! I appreciate your focus on the moon in this episode.