Sitting in my grandsons hospital room watching my sweet daughter and her husband bravely face the storm of a sick child. It’s hard to be so helpless. I want to fix it. But it brings me back to the feet of the only one who actually controls the course. God is good. All the time. If I could ask all of you to keep praying for my grandson Justus. God has heard our prayers but I know he continues to want us on our knees before him.