03/10/2026
Last Monday, March 2, 2026, I held my father as he took his final breath.
Our relationship was not always easy. Like many fathers and sons, we had years of distance, misunderstanding, and moments when life was not kind to either of us. But through it all, I never stopped praying for him.
Eight days before he passed, something happened that I will never forget.
My father, who had often bristled when I prayed or spoke openly about my faith, suddenly began reciting the only prayer he could remember from childhood:
“Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
If I should die before I wake,
I pray the Lord my soul to take.”
It was simple. It was the prayer of a child. But it was real.
And I believe with all my heart that God heard him.
In his final hours, I climbed into the bed beside him, held him close, and stroked his head as I prayed and sang softly while he slipped from this life. I had asked God for one thing—that my father would not have to leave this world alone. By God’s mercy, he didn’t.
Afterward, I wrote a song called “𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐬.”
It is a reflection on a relationship that was imperfect, but never without hope. It is also a testimony that God meets us where we fall, even in the final chapters of our lives.
If you have been praying for someone you love, do not stop. God is still listening.
Today I’m sharing the song “𝐓𝐨 𝐌𝐲 𝐏𝐨𝐩𝐬.”
I hope it encourages someone who is still believing God for redemption in their family.
Thank you to everyone who has reached out with prayers and kind words for my family during this time. Your support truly means a great deal to us.
