I remember a particular trying time when my son was shot. It was 2:00 am in the morning, my youngest son awoke me to tell me that his brother had been shot in the face and I had to go to the hospital. It was shocking news, but I knew I had to remain calm for my children's sake. I prayed to God that if it was his will to take my son let it be so, but to please allow me to see him before he took him. Long story short, God spared my son, though he is blind from one eye, and has lots of pellets in his face that couldn't be removed. I look back and know for a fact that God was in control that night, for I had peace within me that surpassed anything I've ever experienced before. God was glorified in that my family, friends, coworkers, couldn't understand how I handled the situation without losing control of myself. I gave God all the credit. Told them it was all God. He gave me peace. He took over. To God the glory!