Lord, I (prayed) just like you instructed me to. I (believed) just like you said that I should. God I (trusted) you to heal my son just like you promised you would, but still, my son died. I had hope (in) you Oh Lord, because that's what YOUR word tells me to do. But now here I am....A mother who has BURIED her child. I carried Joshua under my heart for nine months and have loved and cared for him for twenty five years, and you mean to tell me (this) is what comes next? Your word says to bring up a child in the way that they should go, and I did that! You said that you would (never) leave me nor forsake me...that you would be with me until the end, but I FEEL forsaken. God, I cried out unto you with a loud voice "GOD PLEASE DON'T LET MY SON DIE." But the doctor came and said he was gone. Oh my God...my heart is broken! There is NO WAY that I can find my way back from this dark place. I was that mother who loved all of her children UNCONDITIONALLY and taught them the Word of God. I told them to call upon the name of The Lord when they needed Him. I sat by Josh bedside day after day talking to him, and laughing at silly jokes. The doctor came in and said that he was releasing him tomorrow, but was waiting on another test to come back. After the doctor left the room Joshua gave me a 'high five' and I said "See son, God answered our prayers." then we started talking about what he wanted to do when he got home. I went home to get some of his clothes. When I went back to his room he wasn't there. I walked back down the hall and asked the nurses station, and said he was in X-rays. I took that time to pray. "God, I am so very thankful for your healing grace. I am thankful that you hear and answer prayer. I am your servant Oh Lord and I receive your blessings. I know that you are the only true God and your mercy endureth forever and ever." Just as I finished praying they brought my son back in the room. I was always so happy to see him! Joshua had a way of making peopl