A heaviness crushes my heart.
This room is so empty without her. I know, however, that God has her safely in hand. Thank You, God, for that. Bless her, Father; guide her and counsel her, Holy Spirit. Thank You for all of your blessings and for all that You have worked out in her favor.
My heart is so despairing for her, knowing that cancer corrodes her chest. Lord, do not allow it to spread. Please. You did not answer my cry to restore my roommate to our home, but I beg that You honor this request. Do not allow it to advance past Stage 2, my God, my King, my Healer. May these treatments be painless, inexpensive, require the least amount of work, reciprocate the fewest number of side effects, and ultimately heal my boss' body. I pray for Your divine touch, Your hand guiding the surgeon's and the chemo's courses, as well as the radiation afterwards.
These words are so meaningless. Lord, although she has asked me back into her life, I feel that we can never be close again. Perhaps that is a good thing to prevent us from returning like dogs to our vomit. She refuses to open her heart, and I suppose I should remember that that is my fault. I ripped her bleeding heart from her gaping chest, and now my pleading words fail to reach her. I know I will never be on her list of confidants or priorities, but I pray that if she needs someone but will not turn to You, I pray she may turn to me so that I may return her to You.
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