How can I take the pain?
How can I show you the truth?
Now, I bend my knee and say, "I can't".
I know Jesus is the only One to do these things for you.
As we talked to you on Saturday (our first phone call since you left one month ago), my eyes filled. I can hear the hurt and I hear the anger. So for now and always, we pray:
Lord God, Sovereign One of the universe and of my precious son,
We want Your will, but so often ours comes into play. We want restoration in our home soon, but we know you will use this separation in our lives and his. May our pain be healed by complete surrender to you. You are good, Jesus. You love us. You are our Jehovah Jireh. You are our compassionate Creator. Take our son's hard heart and soften it; mold it; strip it of himself and give him a passion for you. You alone can do this, Great God.