God will repair even the most borken in spirit...

Everyday I watch my Mom and Dad, whipping out my magnifying glass, inspecting their every move. Will today be a good day? Are they getting better? Will they ever be happy again? How can I make it better? I wish I was a superhero like back in my cartoon days. I would thrust out my hand and a magic force field would surround them. Even the best crafted weapon forged against them wouldn't penetrate it. I would swoop down on the darkest of days and pull the sun right over to their house.
I'm not a superhero... but I know one. I can pray and ask for all the strength that a tomorrow can hold and KNOW that he is going to swoop down and be our hero. I love the Lord my God and in him my strength is renewed day by day. I know our joy bells will never ring quite the same, our smiles will never be as big and our eyes will never light as bright as when Mikey was with us, but I trust that the bells will ring, we will smile smiles and truly mean them, and our eyes will have a portion of light that is bright enough for the moment....