A few days after my college-age son relapsed with childhood cancer, I was cooking his favorite dinner and the realization that we were about to go into our second three-year battle for his life slammed me particularly hard. Alek, my middles son, walked into the kitchen, and I asked him to pray for his brother and our family. My then sixteen-year-old’s reply? “Sure, Mom. I’ll do it for you. But I’m not really riding the God train right now.” “Not riding the God train?” I stopped chopping vegetables and looked up at him. READ THE REST ON CROSSWALK.COM Want to read more like this?  Be Inspired  Life is Messy Surviving…