It has been a rough Sunday morning.
It's spiraling downwards.
Lord, if you can put the stars into place,
you can put my son in the right place.
If you can place the earth in just the right spot,
you can place my son in the right spot.
If you can truly heal our physical and spiritual being,
you can heal my son.
If you are truly a Shepherd, you will not rest until my son is back in the flock.
If you are truly a Savior, you will save him.
I choose to trust you...right now....today...