I start watching the clock at lunch time, calculating how long it is until 1:30 in Jack’s afternoon. I wonder where his mom and dad are, if they’re at the clinic already, how they are feeling this week – hopeful? Exhausted? Anxious? Peaceful? All or some of the above at any given time?
Mostly I pray, over and over again, under my breath. Lord. Sustain them. Sustain us all. And preserve this little life You have chosen to create.
You can pray, too. Please?