When I arrived at school for my final nursing exam, I reached in my pocket to call my grandmother. She would always say a prayer for me. I always had this sense of someone else rooting for me and holding me in prayer. As I reflexively reached for my phone, it suddenly hit me. My grandmother had passed away the day before. She was really, really gone. And I felt all alone. It was at that moment, that I felt as though I would always be praying for myself.
Yesterday, I posted a comment on facebook about sitting for a national exam. A friend popped up and said she would be praying for me. This act reached down and touched a place of mine that I had forgotten about. It is that place that reminds me that I am not all alone, that I have people rooting for me.
It really is such a simple act, a few words, a holding in the heart. It doesn't cost anything, but it is worth more than words can say.
Bless the Lord.
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