Sitting in silence she tries to take hold of the hope that seems to be slipping away. Just out of her grasp there lies an abundance of all things hoped for. Waiting to be discovered are the answers to her prayers ….. mountains of prayers.... new and old. Some she has forgotten, others still freshly burned upon her mind. The one who holds them ,who answers them, will never forget. Even the prayers that have come through tears with no words to form them. Precious in his sight they are....they all are.
*** Angela Jennifer ***