Not being able to protect them is the hardest part. Seeing their anguish, knowing how it feels, and being out of reach is when I fall to my knees, trembling, pleading for my Savior to wrap them up in His arms and protect them. This is when I MUST believe in The Atonement of Jesus Christ. It has to be real, because it is all I have. I have to believe that He can make them whole. I have to believe that He can mold their pain and confusion into spiritual function. I have to believe that He has them, because I don’t. I can’t save them. It is the hardest part. I surrender everything to believe that He can.
The Hardest Part
