An answered prayer



Oh the joy of an answered prayer. 



All the nights of worrying whether I'll be seeing you again. 

All the nights of wondering why do you feel the way you do.

All the nights of thinking what could I do to help.



That one helpless night when I realised all I could do was pray. 


And God heard me (and possibly a few others praying the same thing, too).


Dear Friend, 

One day, I do hope you'll come to know how much you are loved. Not just by the people around you, but by the One who made you, you. 

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