Lord, my own father and mother “left me” all alone to raise myself, thinking surely I would die from all the abuse and torture and even live burial that I endured (the worst of it before the age of 10). But you took me in, made me aware of your presence in nature, at the early age of 3 or 4, when I used to sneak out of the house at night, and find my way down to the creekside grove… or during the day, across the creek and up to the little row of trees beside the hayfield, below my uncle’s runway for his hobby airplane. Although they can never know just how much I overcame just to BE a mom, many times I feel like I “left” my own children too early, too soon. In order to survive and heal, you provided me with my Mate, a “safe place” when my children were just teens and preteens. And although they all came to live with me, I feel like I failed them, by pulling in, distracted in my time of healing from the traumas of my past and building a life with my Mate, for our future (which we are living NOW — WOOT!). I feel like I failed this particular son the most, for reasons I cannot explain here. Basically, I feel like I was not able to give him the love and attention he needed — or that I THINK he needed. Still, I am trusting you with this son and with the other three of my children, Lord. YOU know what is best, you know what we ALL need… and I can only guess, and feel, and think my puny human thoughts. I return to the place of confidence and trust, with my faith fully rested in you, faithful Shepherd. I trust you completely. Lead on!