1. A Mother’s Cry in the Midst of the Storm
There are days when the sky feels like it is collapsing beneath a mother’s feet. It is the day you watch your baby boy writhe in physical agony, forced to leave the places he loves because his body simply cannot cooperate. Driving home from the hospital, my heart felt as if it were being rubbed with salt. I gripped the steering wheel, my vision blurred by tears, whispering over and over: “Lord, please stop this pain. Please, let me carry it for him…”
But in the middle of that desperate moment, a miracle happened. Will—my brave little warrior—spoke up softly: “Mom, I’m finally relaxed. Can we stop by and get Rebel, and just ride and listen to Christian music?” That request wasn’t just a simple ask; it was the cry of a soul seeking refuge in the sanctuary of faith.
2. The Vessel of Hope and His Presence
We did exactly that. Our family car transformed into a “mobile cathedral.” Jason, Will, Charlie, their best friends, and both of our dogs—all loaded up together. We rolled the windows down to let the air rush in and started blasting Brandon Lake at the top of our lungs.
As the melodies of songs like “Gratitude” or “Lion” filled the car, the atmosphere shifted completely. The groans of pain were replaced by singing, even if it was shaky at times. Will pulled his puppy, Rebel, tight against his chest, closed his eyes, and let the music lead him home. In that moment, I understood: Music on, Pain off. When the music of faith rises, the pain is no longer the master of his body. God was present right there on the back seat of that car.
3. A Sacred Prayer for a Miraculous Sunday
All our efforts, our prayers, and even this musical car ride are pointing toward one vital milestone: this coming Sunday. It isn’t just a regular church service; it is the day I have been longing for—the day Will and Charlie will step into the waters of baptism together.
As a mother, my deepest prayer is for God to keep Will’s body peaceful. I am pleading for Him to push back every ounce of pain so that Will has the strength to stand tall on that glorious day. The image of two brothers being baptized on the same day, declaring their faith as one, is the ultimate medicine for my soul. I believe that as they hold hands in that water, the chains of sickness will tremble under the weight of love and redemption.
4. The Power of Walking Together
I want to say the deepest thank you to the amazing friends who came to spend time with Will and Charlie this weekend. In a fast-paced world, choosing to sit with two children, sharing laughter and even the quiet moments, is a priceless gift. You are the hands and feet of Jesus, bringing joy and encouragement to my warrior.
Your presence has given Will strength. He sees that he is not alone. He sees that he is still just a boy with friends, pets, and a community that loves him. That love is a brick wall protecting his spirit from the devastation of disease.
5. A Call for Collective Prayer
I am writing this not just to tell a story about a car ride, but to call for a powerful movement of prayer. If you are reading this, please pause for a moment for Will.
Lord, I beg You to completely release all pain from Will’s body right now. Give my son a Sunday full of life and joy. Let this joint baptism be a living testimony of Your power.
We choose to trust. We choose worship over weeping. We choose “Our road to faith” to keep moving forward, no matter how rocky the path becomes.
“A mother’s heart is pleading… If you are a mother too, please leave a prayer for my boy and me below.” Every prayer you leave is a light ignited on our journey. Thank you for being part of Will’s “Vessel of Hope.”
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