Spending time in the prayer room has been nothing short of amazing and heartbreaking. Even as I write those words they seem to not do enough justice to the things that God has done through so many who have had the opportunity to worship God in the prayer room.

I was pretty much gone for two weeks except a short break in which I was home for 36 hours. During that time I was blessed with having two hours in the prayer room right before I left again to go on a missions trip to West Virginia.

While I was in the room, I was reading through the worship and wailing walls praising God for what He has done and continues to do and crying out for so many who are broken and struggling.

I began to look for some of the things that I had wrote, whether they be praises, cries, or even responses to other peoples writing. I began to find myself staring at writing and wondering if it was I who had wrote it or not. Some of the handwriting looked the same but regardless there were still so many things that people had wrote that rang true in my life.

I became overwhelmed with this sense of being the body of Christ, being one, being likeminded, having the same heart. Realizing that so many of my brothers and sisters wrestle with the same doubts and worries as I do. And at the same time the same God who has revealed Himself to me, the same God who has given me hope, and shown me that His grace knows no bounds, is doing the same for so many others.

Although our struggles may look different or involve different circumstances, and although our prayers may be answered in different ways, our hope, faith, and love all still flow out from the same place, the same God, who never fails, who never forsakes, who never changes, and has always loved us, yesterday, today, and forever!