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I'm down on my knees again tonight

Brock was down on his knees praying like he did every night since little Jake got sick.

I'm hoping this prayer will turn out right

He was so worried. He hadn't prayed, actually prayed since Cheyenne was born. When Reba was pregnant there were some complications and Brock was so afraid that he would lose his wife or his child or both.

See there is a boy that needs Your help

Jake developed a high fever a weeks days ago. At first Brock and Reba assumed it was just the flu or a virus or something else.

I've done all that I can do myself

They tried cool baths, ice packs, cold water, medication… nothing was bringing the fever down. Finally they had to bring him to the hospital.

His mother is tired

Reba was sick with worry. She couldn't eat or sleep. She couldn't take care of Cheyenne and Kyra. Sometimes Kyra would cry that she misses her momma. Cheyenne would tease Kyra causing a stressed out Reba to spank Cheyenne for teasing her sister and yell at her for being such a brat.

"You're brother is sick," she would say, "can't you be a little more mature"

"I hate you," Cheyenne would yell, "You're mean"

Brock would try to be the peacemaker but both mother and daughter were furious.

"Mom's mean," Cheyenne would yell and slam her door

I'm sure You can understand

Last week that happened again and he tried to talk to Reba

"Reba you're being a little harsh with Cheyenne"

"She knows we're going through a tough time now. She could be a little more mature"

"She's a kid"

"Brock I'm a mother and a scared to death one. I can't be babying the girls right now. Jake is DYING. What do you expect me to do… be a big ray of sunshine?"

"No but I would like you to treat Cheyenne and Kyra like children not little adults"

Each night as he sleeps

The only time Reba looked peaceful was when she was with Jake and he was sleeping.

She goes in to hold his hand

Brock saw Reba holding Jake's tiny 3-year-old hand. She looked up at him and whispered, "Where is Jake"

"He's right here sweetheart"

"No. That's not Jake. That's a shell of Jake. Where is our Jake? Where is the little boy that loves "the funny stuff" as he calls it? Where is the little boy that can be stubborn at times and dig his heals into the ground until he gets what he wants? Where is the little boy that snuggles up to me and says "momma I love you"? Where is our little boy?"

"He's in there somewhere," Brock said, "and we'll get him back"

And she tries not to cry

Brock could see Reba was trying really hard to be strong.

As the tears fill her eyes

She couldn't help it. She just burst out crying. He knew not to try to placate her. That just pissed her off. He just held her and gave her time to calm down.

"We can't lose him," she sobbed

Can You hear me?
Am I getting through tonight?
Can You see him?
Can You make him feel all right?
If You can hear me
Let me take his place somehow
See, he's not just anyone
He's my son

He whispered the prayer begging the maker to save Jake.

Sometimes late at night I watch him sleep

After Reba left, very unwillingly Brock stayed and watch his little bit sleep. He brushed the hair from his eyes and kissed him

I dream of the boy he'd like to be

Jake has so many different dreams, hopes and aspirations. He used to say he wanted to be just like his daddy but one day he was going to go to the moon.

try to be strong and see him through

"You're gonna be okay buddy," Brock whispered, "you're going to grow up to be a great man like you're dad and you're gonna go to the moon and you're gonna make us all proud. I love you buddy"

But God who he needs right now is You

Through the corner of his eye Brock saw Jake smile.

Let him grow old
Live life without this fear
What would I be
Living without him here
He's so tired and he's scared
Let him know that You're there

"Jake if you can hear me squeeze my hand"
Jake squeezed his hand

Can You hear me?
Can You see him?
Please don't leave him
He's my son

It was at this point Brock knew Jake would recover and he did