The one with the fevered brow lifted up holy hands for the terrified sister. And the terrified sister was more concerned for the one with the fevered brow than for her own untold agony.
The weakened recovering one let go of her anxiety so she could pray over the fearful soul. Who had rubbed the aching limbs of the feverish one. And the beloved matriarch who lived encased in endless pain sat in a holy watchfulness. While the steady gentle giant once again lifted his friends to Jesus even while he already had enough prayers that needed to be said.
And the valiant brother who was fighting untold pressure wanted to know how he could pray. While the exhausted sojourner stuffed with grief sat still with eyes resting closed. And the faithful women who already carried too much on overfull platters steadily pounded on heaven's door, beseeching the Healer to come down and bring renewed life to the ones they loved.
The friends on the sidelines kept watch in prayer. And in faith believing, they began to cut a large ragged healing circle in the fragile ceiling, lowering their loved ones on worn out mats right down in front of the Wounded Healer Himself.
The Holy One whispered over and over again, 'peace I leave you, my peace I give you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not be afraid.'
And the hopeful soul gained a clearer perspective as she remembered that a new friend had penned the truth that the trouble with fear is it tells you things will always be the way they are now. And all that being said, the Comforter cradled her heart and the renewed peace that passes understanding rocked her gently to sleep.
And the midnight snow silently fell as the springtime moonlight glistened bright.
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