|At the far end, on the right, you can see where the new part of the fence begins.|
I wish I could go back and tell my great-grandparents that the word is depression, it isn't their fault, there are things you can do for it, and it's ok to ask for help. I'd like to tell them that the shame their community placed on them was not from God, and that Jesus takes our shame and gives back His glory. I want to tell them that silence is wrong and unnecessary, the truth will set them free, and they are unimaginably loved. And they have a hope and a future.
Since I can't tell them, I am telling you instead.