By Jana Alcorn

By Jana Alcorn

Hope Again

I knelt beside the bed in the darkened room with my 12-year-old son, Jordan. Night-time prayer had always been a special father/son event in our home, but now Bill was gone and I was left to fill the huge void that threatened to swallow us both. Overwhelming sorrow seemed to permeate the room as Jordan turned to me.

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