“Forgive me, God, for the way I’ve treated my son. I don’t know where he is or what he’s doing, but keep him safe, keep him in your care. He’s all I got.” In my mind, I saw your mother, smiling. “Bring him back to me. I don’t always understand him, but teach me, Father God, how to love him.” Years later, I realized I had prayed the wrong prayer. I should’ve asked God to send me to you, but I didn’t. So I spent years waiting for you—while you’ve spent a lifetime waiting for me.
