Tears Down the Face

Tears roll down my face. My life is just not that simple. My granddaughter rests in someone's arms as I wait to be licensed to care for her. On the other hand, my son, with mental illness is unable to care for his own child. He thinks she is coming back and I grieve seeing the pain of a future of conflict between myself and my son. I think of the pain my son has had, and now to realistically see my son once again will probably never have his daughter....that is pretty sad. But this is where my hope rests: Jesus has not forgotten us. And so for today, she sleep safely. I do not have to do anything except wait on him. Today, life is in his hands.