God,
I want my son back! Not the 18 year old one, but the 5 year old one.
The one who thought he could do anything. The one who wasn’t afraid. The one who took charge of the older kids in his day care.
Where is he, Lord? What happened to him?
This totally sucks, my best was not good enough!
But you are, Lord. Make this right. Forgive me of my sins. Forgive the sins that have been put upon my son and the ones he is living with. Give him grace, mercy, peace and healing.
Show me that you hear my prayers! God, please! I MISS MY SON!
You are timeless. You can make right, what was once wrong. You can take what was meant for evil and make it good.
I know you could. I know you hear me! You heard Hannah. You saw Hagar.
The Zarephath widow (1 Kings 17:17-22), the Shunammite woman (2 Kings 4:32-35), the widow of Nain (Luke 7:11-15); you heard them. They all got their sons back.
I’m humbly asking for mine too.
Amen
Growing Faith 