Petrified. That's the word Ms P used to describe the feeling right now, and I couldn't agree more. Nervous. Worried. Scared. Those are all not enough. Petrified, perhaps, is a bit closer.
Last night somebody said the words "let's pray for it" to me. I'm willing to believe that this person really will do it for me.
Years ago, I connected with someone because she saw the word "pray" on my msn. Later on, at a time when she was facing a challenge, she wrote me an email and asked me to pray for her, even though I really had no idea what she was going through. Perhaps it may seem trivial, especially if you don't believe. But I sent her my words of encouragement and really did say a prayer for her. And she made it through.
I really wish I could write an email to that same person and ask her to pray for me this time. I wrote an email with six words. But I don't have the guts to hit send.
Chest pain. But, at the same time, a void.
Pray for me.
Please.
I'm scared.
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