“Amen” I ended.
My father looked blank. Not sure if he listened. Typically distant.
My mother beamed, she definitely didn’t listen.
I turned to my brother. Picking his nose. He may have listened, but I doubt it.
I turned to my sister in her death bed. Comatose. I wonder if she heard.
It is out of my hands now. I made my prayer, I know He heard it, not sure if anything will happen. I certainly don’t understand His ways, and His answers are not always directly given anyway.
May God save her, or give my message to her.