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My Son

How can it be, my baby boy whom I just rocked to sleep; now holds his own baby boy, so close with such security? I still remember your cry, from many years ago; Rushing frantically through the dark, to sooth your little, frightened soul. Today I watch as you sooth the cry of your own little son, Utterly Impressed by the great father you have become. The little tiny feet which made pitter patter all through my house, Are the very feet from a long days work, now tired and worn out. Today as I sit and hold your precious baby boy, my heart skips a beat; for I see much of my own baby boy, so innocent and sweet. Moment by moment you continued to grow; Cherish each one, for they are everything but

intercession

Have you ever had moments in your life when you're so taken back you don't even know what to pray? Or maybe you CAN'T pray. You've been knocked down so hard that you don't have what it takes to utter a simple word. Have you been there? Are you there now? I have had several times I've been there but there is one particular time that I had nothing. My insides shook at the mere utterance of a simple word. Someone very dear to me was going through something I had absolutely no control over. And although I knew they would be ok, what they had already endured, seen, and gone through was done. There was no rewinding time to take it away; and that was almost more than I could bear. Every night when