When the prayer was done, there was not a dry eye in the room. Everyone was crying. But the tears were not of sadness but something much more. There was a blanket of peace that had been placed over all of us. The circle that was physically made by our held hands was so powerful that it drew God's angels down to us. I saw N, filled with hope and peace and inspiration. She looked at me and wouldn't let go of my hands. I told her that I loved her very much and that her life was so admirable to me. I pressed my hand over her chest. And though her body seems fragile and weak, her heart's thump was oh, so strong underneath my palm. I smiled at her and looked into her eyes. She thanked me in little words but her eyes transmitted much more. I love her. Will cherish her forever. And as we walked outside, the air was refreshing and the breeze lifted our spirits and reconfirmed that we had done the right thing. That prayer was not of my own words but of the Holy Spirit. Tears were cried by some that would never cry, words were spoken by someone that could never find the right things to say. Hearts were broken only to be mended and minds were opened only to be transported into a higher place of understanding. The seed has been planted and the doors have been opened.
"For God so loved the world that He gave His only begotten Son, that whoever believes in Him should not perish but have everlasting life. For God did not send His son into the world to condemn the world, but that the world through Him might be saved." John 3:16-17