Middle of the Night

3:00 AM
Trevor text messages me with an important prayer request.
I'm honored. And I was still up anyway.

Grad night. A time for celebration.
His sister's boyfriend's mom collapses and goes into the hospital.
"Brutal. Scary."
Way to put a damper on things.

....Are my prayers of any value?

At least I have prayer beads and a candle, even if I have no words or concentration?
Can my wakefulness be a prayer?
Is worrying the same as praying?

I don't want to have to tell Trevor I don't go to church. Is that a good reason to start going to church?
He trusts me. He trusts my faith. I don't want to disappoint him.