Prayer Softens Reality

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We sat at tables pushed together for our critique group meeting. The group welcomed me after a prolonged absence during my mother’s illness, and her recent passing. The group offered condolences and related their prayers for my heart.

My friend, Susie, nodded, “And how are you holding up? We were concerned about you.”

I feel numb. But not from grief. “I’m doing fairly well.” I sipped my caramel coffee with whipped cream on top. “I definitely felt your prayers. Maybe that’s why I feel lifted above the loss and pain. Prayer softens reality.”