I sat in church today next to a woman who has an extremely mentally handicapped child. She is there every week.
He cannot even eat by himself. She holds him and his tubefeeding in the back during service, and hugs and kisses him the entire time. He smiles and rolls his eyes, about all he can do. A few times she holds him on his feet during the sermon, so his legs stretch a bit.
I kept thinking, this is love. It blesses her as much as it does him.