I knocked. I did not have a speech ready, as instructed. She opened the door and said "oh, it’s you" and then neither of us said anything for a while and then she asked if I wanted tea. Two years, and it cost me a knock.
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Widow, grandmother of four, Manchester. I pray at 6am because that is when the house is quiet.
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My neighbour and I have not spoken in two years over something so small I am embarrassed to write it. She had an ambulance on Tuesday. I stood at my window and did nothing.
I knocked. I did not have a speech ready, as instructed. She opened the door and said "oh, it’s you" and then neither of us said anything for a while and then she asked if I wanted tea. Two years, and it cost me a knock.
Fiona came through. Six hours, and they found less than they feared. I want to say something about the waiting room: I was not quiet in it. I was a wreck. But I was not alone in it, and that turned out to be the thing I had actually been asking for without knowing it. Fourteen people prayed on this. Ruth, you were right about the two nights before. Lydia, you set an alarm for a stranger.
My daughter Fiona has her surgery on Thursday. They have moved it twice and each time I have had to start being brave again from the beginning. I am not frightened of the operation. I am frightened of the waiting room. Please pray for the surgeon's hands and for my own heart to be quiet.
Fiona came through. Six hours, and they found less than they feared. I want to say something about the waiting room: I was not quiet in it. I was a wreck. But I was not alone in it, and that turned out to be the thing I had actually been asking for without knowing it. Fourteen people prayed on this. Ruth, you were right about the two nights before. Lydia, you set an alarm for a stranger.

The roses my husband planted have come back for the ninth year. He has been gone eight. I think he knew what he was doing.
