I Pray

I pray for my son. I pray because everyday is a struggle against his senses, everyday his will and mine butt heads. I pray for him because he won't eat. I pray for him because tomorrow he will be six years old and he doesn't even weigh thirty-six pounds. I pray because everyday, the battle he wages with himself scares me.

I pray because I am thankful for the health of my children. Because other than asthma and SPD, my children are healthy. 

I pray for the health of other's children, I pray for their pain and their parents. I pray.