Katie and I were out of answers.
We had done everything we could think to do, but still our
foster son was out of control. We knew that foster care wouldn't be easy, but neither of us
expected it to be this hard.
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One Sunday during the altar call I went forward to pray with the pastor. I explained to him the emotional anguish our son was experiencing and his resultant destructive behavior. Then we kneeled to pray.
I expected him to pray like I had been praying: to ask for healing for our foster son, to ask God to give us wisdom, patience, and
solutions to our problems.
But he didn’t.
He may have said a few of those things, but there was one
thing he prayed that was so powerful, I can’t even remember anything else. It
was four words: