I sit in the church pew.
My heart is heavy.
Life has been hard.
The service ends.
The call goes out.
Anyone who needs prayer, please come forward.
I rise from my seat.
Make my way to the front.
Two saints step forward.
Head bowed, with tears, I try to explain my need.
Strong hands on my shoulders.
Strong voices raised.
They come alongside me.
They pick up my burden.
They invite me to come with them,
And we enter the throne room.
They plea on my behalf,
They entreat.
Together we lift our hands and say,
Help.
Please.
And I feel the Holy Spirit,
Washing over me.
I feel new strength,
Entering my heart.
I feel loved and seen.
Hope sparks again.
We exchange hugs.
I turn and leave.
Again reminded,
I am not alone.
