When Prayer Had No Words
Just when I thought I was healing… Now this. It felt like every time I tried to stand up, life pushed me back down harder. At night, when the house was quiet and everyone else was asleep, that’s when it would hit me the most. I would kneel beside the bed. Close my eyes. Try to pray. But nothing would come out. No words. No sentences. No “Dear God.” Just silence. My mind would go completely blank — as if even heaven had placed me on hold. My left hand would grip the blankets tightly, just in case my body gave in. Just in case I collapsed under the weight of it all. And in that silence, only one thought kept echoing: “Go home. Your mom needs you.” Over and over. But then Dineo’s voice would interrupt the thought like a warning siren: > “Tell my son to stay there… he’s al
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