candle light

so i am sitting in the garage/prayer room with several young ladies and some not so young men. everyone has their head bowed and some are praying out loud. on the outside i may look like i am participating... am i transparent i wonder? this is generally not really my "thing". then i notice that the light from the candles burning on the cross is beaming right at me. right at my heart. and then i think about it. the light from the candles is burning at each and every person in that room, if only they look in order to see it. you have to see it. every candle had a beam of light that shone on me. but of course, no one else could see it. just like i cannot see the light beaming on anyone else. but i can see and feel the light burning through me. i did not really hear much of the prayers being spoken, however i heard the voice in my own head. and i saw only the candle light. how poetic i think.

i am being moved to ask the Lord to please help lift the depression that threatens to veil me. it is hanging there like a blanket trying to cover and smother me.

thank You.