Sometimes she prayed for a miracle—something to save her out of these troubles—with money, with all the things she needed to do, this head she couldn’t keep above water—
Sickness that was invading her bones. She stopped, she sat with head bowed, tears on her cheeks, and cried out with a voice unheard.
Only, there was a feeling that entered her, warming her chest— You are heard. You are loved.
She got up, strengthened for a little while longer.