As I get into bed tonight I know that my daughter just went to bed upstairs, my dad's in a nursing home, my sister is home with her husband, my best friend is at home probably watching TV, my brother is at his house, my nieces are tucked into bed...I know pretty much where my loved ones are and that's comforting to me as I get ready for bed. But my son, I don't know where he is. Homeless, sleeping where? He's 31 years old, so I don't need to know everything about his life, but to not have any idea where he is at night is hard. All I can do is pray for him, that he's safe, that he gets sick of this lifestyle, that if he overdoses someone is able to contact me, that he gets arrested so he's safe in jail. Not knowing is so hard. I've come a long way though, turning him over to God at night. Tonight I think I'll start praying for all of our "missing" adult kids, that they all find their way. Maybe there really is something in the power of prayer?