When Will was a newborn, he was pretty sick. He had to be placed in a special plastic box under light in order to help with his jaundice. He wore a blindfold to protect his eyes from the light. And he had no idea I was there.
I couldn't make him healthy on my own.
I couldn't speed up the healing process.
I couldn't even let him know I was there.
I was out of control.
The best I could do was to be present and to pray.
I have a friend whose newborn son is in the hospital tonight, in a similar situation.
And again, I feel out of control.
I can't fix things.
I can't speed things up.
I can't even get through to let them know I'm praying.
But I can pray.
What do you do when you reach the limits of your ability to control your world?