Lord, a prayer room without love is a lonely place.

If You have given us each other, then let us love each other outside the prayer room. If I have heard another's heart in the prayer room, even the "words" of mere presence, may I love that one. What will it cost me to love that one?
Pride.
Fear.
Loss.

So I ask again for love. Not the kind that's make-believe. Or that is short sighted, short lived, but with eternity in view. Lazarus was raised, as we all will be.

You have given us each other and though there is a Whole World from which to choose, I have no other choice than the Universe of my heart. Thank you for Your precious children who remain in my heart. Help me.

To love them.