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Dear Lord, I have a chronically ill child. You know, we've been fighting this thing for a lot of years and for some reason that thought hasn't ever occurred to me 'til tonight.... I've cared for him and sat up with him at night and nursed him. I've cleaned up after him and worried about him and cried for him. I've wished time and time again that I could only take his place. I've taken him to Doctors, Father, and I've bought him meds... but it seems like things just get worse and I can't even picture how he's going to make it through this thing we call 'life'. How can he have a normal life? How can he do the things the rest of us all take for granted, like finish high school, go to college, hold a job? Sometimes it all seems to come down on me Lord and I don't know what I'm going to do or who I'm going to talk to, or how he's going to have any kind of a life at all. And I've prayed for him, Lord, and for all of us, you know I have. But through all these years I've thought about 'what I could do for him' and 'how I could get him through this' and all of a sudden, tonight, I thought 'I can't'. I can't, but you can. I love him, Father, and as much as I love him, I know you love him more. That's hard for a mother to comprehend... how anyone could love her child more then she does. But if I truely believe that you are my heavenly father, then I know that you are his Father too, and that you love him beyond all belief or human comprehension.... and because you love him, you won't let him down. I can't say I'll stop worrying, Father, you know I won't. You didn't make parents that way. You're the one who gave us the ability to love and cherish and care for our children. But in the same way that we love and cherish and care for them, I know you love and cherish and care for all of us. Please take care of us Father, my child and me. With all that's in me I ask you to lift this burden from us. No, I'm not saying 'cure him', I know things don't work like that. I'm asking you to give us, my son and I, the strength to go on when things look impossible. Give us the courage to deal with this and the sure knowledge that things WILL turn out in the end. Whatever kind of life he has, Lord, make it a successful one in Your eyes. And Lord, I'll try not to forget, when I wonder who I can talk to, that I can talk to you. Because you love me and you love my son. Thank you Father. Amen. |