Meanwhile, a dear friend messaged me on Facebook this afternoon and she needs my prayers; her husband is very sick. Prayers, prayers. Daisy chains of prayers. Rosebud crowns of prayers. Buckets and pails and laundry baskets, cookie tins and coffeepots and dishpans and grocery bags, all full to the brim with prayers for my dear friend, her husband and their family. Pocketbooks of prayers, totebags of Hail Marys. Why does life deal some of us such rough cards?
Darkness falls. Hearts sink. Tears come. Hope prevails. Good night.