She prays devotedly,
morning noon and night she prays,
her heart an open journal for the Lord to write on
waiting for the ink of his words to be added to the library that is her soul.
She prays,
when the weight of the world feels too much,
when her tongue is tied,
when saying goodbye feels like it'll pull her apart,
when love is a feeling that is an unfamiliar sensation and her faith is the only sensation that's familiar,
that homes and grounds her
when she feels head over heels for someone who just isn't the one.
She prays when she feels alone even amidst a room full of others, when she feels like biting her tongue because she knows the people won't hear her,
won't acknowledge her voice and feel the feeling that she wants to be portrayed like Him, the almighty Him.
She prays because sometimes there's nothing else to do, or nothing else she should be doing.
She prays,
She prays,
She prays.
She prayed through every milestone, every hard time, and every laid back easy moment.
She prayed devotedly, she prayed to say thank you, because she knows she didn't do it alone.
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