My Breaking Point Became My Battle Cry

My son has always had a tender heart for God. He loves to read his Bible, to write down verses, to pray. But when he was diagnosed with ADHD followed by anxiety and depression, life changed.

Slowly, we watched our bright, joyful little boy fade away. The sparkle in his eyes dimmed and his laughter disappeared. For two long years, we worked with doctors, counselors, and therapists. We adjusted medications, we tried everything we could.

My husband and I would pray for him constantly, for his happiness and zest for life to be restored. In February 2025, our son told us he wanted to harm himself. Those words broke us. He was only ten years old.

We knew we needed more. We surrounded him with prayer — family, friends, our church community — everyone was praying. But the darkness kept pressing in. He said he felt like the devil had a hold on him and wouldn’t let go.

Then, on July 13th, our ten-year-old son handed us a suicide letter.

That moment will forever be etched in our hearts. But what the enemy meant for destruction, God turned into deliverance.

That same night, the Lord brought one name clearly to mind — the Pastor of our church. We reached out immediately.

Just a few days later, on July 17th, we brought our son to church. We gathered together and our Pastor guided us in prayer over him — deep, fervent, Holy Spirit-filled prayer. After an hour of laying it all at the foot of the cross we got in the car to leave, and something incredible happened. Our son began to weep — but for the first time in years they weren’t tears of sadness. They were tears of joy. Through his sobs, he said, “I feel happy. I feel grateful. I feel joy. Thank you for taking me to church, mama!”

The weight was gone. For the first time in over two years, our son said he felt free.

We witnessed the undeniable, miraculous power of prayer that night. Jesus saved our son — not just once, but twice. He saved his soul with the gift of salvation, and He healed his mind and body here on earth. 

The cherry on top was that when we arrived at home that evening, there was a rainbow over our house. A reminder of God’s faithfulness and enduring love. A symbol of hope, renewal, and new beginning. 

Romans 12:12 tells us, “Rejoice in hope, be patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer.”

We had tried every earthly option — and those things have their place — but true healing came only when we fully surrendered it all to Jesus.

It was made clear to us on July 17, 2025 that the power of prayer is real. It can lift the heaviest burdens, silence the loudest lies, and bring peace to even the most broken hearts.

Today we are filled with gratitude and awe. Jesus delivered our son. He restored our joy. He reminded us that when we call on His name — He answers.

Our July 17, 2025 rainbow from God.

“I have set my rainbow in the clouds, and it will be the sign of the covenant between me and the earth.” Genesis 9:13

Jesus loves YOU. He is THE Way, THE Truth, and THE Life.