sometimes i feel at a loss at what i can do for you……..far away, visitation on odd days and a hour to talk with you……………we try to cram as much as we can, about what’s going on with you…………….breaks my heart when we part………..it could have easily been me……but it was you………..

i say prayers for you and i know you do the same for me and it feel like such a small thing……then i clearly recall what fervent prayer did for me………

it set me free………..see you next Sunday