The Prayers of the Righteous

Yesterday, I cracked.

The coffee mug that is my soul chipped.
The foundation that I thought was cement
Became quicksand
As I hung on to my sanity by a thread.

Yesterday, I asked for help.
I reached out to my sister in ministry,
To my therapist,
To one of my best friends--
To help guide me through this storm.
I've been steering this boat and I felt that
I was getting weak,
I asked for help.

It was strangely fulfilling.
I'm exhausted right now,
And soon, I'll write more,
But the prayers of the righteous availeth much.

I feel your prayers.
Thank you for all who have stood with me,
Are standing with me,
And will continue to comfort and pray with me.

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