I am a mother of five. One of my children suffers from severe depression. The winter can be especially long and bleak. Seasonal affective disorder plays a part in his story as well. Because of these challenges and others, he has strayed from God’s house. He has not been to church in a long time. This hurts. All too often I feel like I failed him. I play the if-only game and wonder if I had only done or said things differently, perhaps he would be in a better place.

I know better. My Savior, Jesus, washed every sin away at the cross. Mine and yours.

So we wait on the Lord. We pound God’s door on that child’s behalf. We never give up on him. I trust the Lord when he speaks to us in Matthew and know God himself is fighting for my child’s soul.