Our son Grant was 24-hours old. Terrie and I stood at his bedside at the hospital in Jacksonville, Florida wondering what kind of life was ahead for our child.

Grant Gupton

We had been told a few sleepless hours earlier that our son has Down Syndrome. That diagnosis shattered the ambitions we held for our first born. We were no longer dreaming about what our son might do with his life, we were mourning what we feared he may never do: walk, talk, read, play, have friends, start a family.

I never felt so alone in my life. Even God seemed a galaxy away from what was happening in that sterile hospital room. Read More