My husband’s feet are cracking. My daughter is emotionally a wreck. My son is lactose intolerant. My step-son is going to be 600 pounds. And I am schizoaffective. How do we function? And what does heaven look like for us? Do we love each other enough to overcome our differences in the heavens and this life? Do we take care of each other?
My parents have it figured out. They take care of each other. Then they help us take care of us. I feel like such a burden sometimes. I want to help them, instead of the other way around.