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Date: 10 December 2007 12:40:17
My closing prayer last night was short and not sweet; an exhausting weekend, and the prospect of another difficult week meant that my words to God were not hopeful, and are certainly not to be repeated here.
During the night, I distinctly heard my son call out, "Dad!" The house seemed quiet, and I tried to go back to sleep. Again, I heard, "Dad!" I got out of bed, and went to where my son sleeps. He was fast asleep. My only explanation; God was reminding me that my son needs me.