I’m so thankful for my church. During each service that Sunday morning, my church stood and turned towards Baylor hospital and prayed for Blake. Such a blessing to have so many praying for my sweet boy. Even people in Africa were praying for Blake.

Sunday was so hard. We sat by Blake’s bed praying he would wake up. He looked so frail….not anything like I had seen before. Blake had been sick before but this was so different.

I was alone with Blake for a little while on Sunday afternoon. I could feel God’s presence in the room with me. I remember praying and crying once again out to God, but my prayer changed. I prayed the hardest prayer I’ve ever prayed before. I prayed for God’s will, not mine. The tears began rushing down my cheeks. I’m thinking, why am I praying this? But, I knew ultimately that God’s will was perfect. He had a plan. I didn’t want Blake to suffer. I didn’t want him to feel pain. I had the strangest calmness come over me…

I walked outside Blake’s room and Roger Clark was standing there. I looked at him and I told him Blake was gone. He wasn’t dead, but my Blake was gone. I didn’t give up on Blake, I simply gave in.