First, I am grateful that this area of the Attic is seldom used - it means my friends are healthy and happy. But, I also know some are too timid or proud to come here. Sometimes, when you're hurting the most, it's the hardest thing to say. And when you're most afraid, it's difficult to reach out for another's hand. This I know. I also know that You know.
Please, Lord, listen to those whispers in the dark. Dry the unseen tears. Shine hope into those minds. Let us not be too proud to reach out. Nor others too blind to see. Help us to help ourselves, Lord. Allow each and every one of us, to stand next to the other, in fellowship.
