There are times when her burden weighs heavy, pushing down on body, mind, spirit and soul. Times when she cannot allow the pain entrance to her thoughts, or even her prayers. Even though she knows, she should pray. Knows someone should pray.

In whispered sobs she asks her friend, Will you?

Of course, I’ll pray, I answer.

At other times I’m the one asking. And she’s the one praying. When the burden becomes too heavy to carry alone. Knowing this kind of pain isn’t unfamiliar… but mine is not hers. And in the praying, she can think clear and feel deep without breaking, without wounds opening again to bleed fresh, sucking life and breath, desire, hope…

She understands when insides shatter, when we’re held together by mighty, unseen hands – until the mind drifts to the object of our prayers, and pieces of the inner self scatter, floating into space, away and lost forever.

A body can only take so much beating… so too our emotions, as tears are wrung, and the well-spring of the soul run dry, and flesh and spirit shrink.

So often Scripture commands us to pray. And the Spirit urges us to bring our needs and longings to Heaven’s throne.

Confess your faults to one another, and pray for one another, that you may be healed. The effective, fervent prayer of a righteous man avails much. – James 5:16

There are times when we cannot lift the prayers on our own. Times when the load or heartache must be shared.

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When I care for my friend, her concerns become mine as I stand before God on her behalf. There are few requests dearer to His heart, than when I step forward and pick up the burden too heavy for her, and carry it to the throne in her place.

Casting all your care upon him; for he cares for you. – 1 Peter 5:7

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