My two boys are now 14 and 15. The oldest started college last year at the local community college. The youngest wants to be a youth minister and the oldest is a declared athiest. I baptisted them both on the same day 2004 and I remember waking up the morning after he told me he didn’t believe there was a God thinking “This is the first day I’ve ever hoped Jesus wouldn’t come back today”. Still hoping that.
My husband wrote that to an old friend and ichatted me about it.
I teared up.