We were the “lucky” ones. When our daughter was diagnosed with a laundry list of acronyms and labels, we had the support of a mature and thriving disabilities ministry.
We found programs that were tailor-made for our child and allowed us the opportunity as a family to attend church regularly.
As a matter of fact, I believe God used her diagnosis to bring us back to him. With a volunteer that showed up every Sunday to be our daughter’s “buddy,” we suddenly felt accountable and were determined to show up regularly.
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