One night after I had gone to bed early, the phone rang, and when my son picked up he heard a woman weeping on the other end. She was crying so hard she could not find her voice, but fortunately my son gently said the right thing. “You want to talk to my mom, don’t you?” She muttered a feeble, “Yes.” And, then my son woke me up to talk and pray with my sweet...
Author: Jan Shrader
Scripture: Psalm 118:22-22