My Son, Clayton, was 14 years old when he was watching a Billy Graham Crusade in his bedroom. He later came out and told me and his Dad that he had just accepted Christ as his personal Lord and Savior. I cried and told him (as many times before) that accepting Jesus was the most important decision he would ever make in his lifetime. Little did I know that only three years later he would be home with the Lord. You see, on January 1, 1997, Clayton died protecting me from his Father. (They both died in my bedroom floor – an unbelievable story). Today I am still as crushed and as brokenhearted as I was on that day, for losing a child is the worst possible thing that could every happen to a Mother. The only thing that gets me through each day is that I rest on God’s promise that one day Clayton and I will be reunited never to be separated again. PRAISE THE LORD! Thank you Jesus for shedding your precious blood at Calvary, so Christians don’t have to say “Goodbye”, but “See you Later”. Thank you Billy Graham – Because of your message that night, Clayton is waiting for me in Heaven.