I have these friends who pray for me,Which must be quite a task. They say they love me very much, for this I did not ask.The thought that now goes through my mind,why do these people care? They hardly even know me, yet, they say I'm in their prayers.Why would a total stranger, speak out to God for me, Get on their knees and bow their head, spend time and energy? They must have problems of their own, though they never talk about them, but if I ask, they laugh and say,"Oh, Jesus just re-routs them."Sometimes I fear my words have hurt, yet, they keep coming back for more, again, they say they love me, they simply will not close their door. I've learned to say, "I love you too," which I had not said in years. Then they would say, "I love you back." Reducing me to tears. They seem to love unselfishly, but, I wonder what they gain."Someday you'll know," they say to me, "Then, Jesus will explain." These strange and lovely people, has truly touched my heart.I'd tell God all about them, but, I don't know where to start.They say it does not matter where, just talk to God direct. Though they're very close to me, God will be closer yet. I thank you, dearest friends of mine, for all your love and prayers. I know you are God's gift to me, as proof He really cares. But, Dearest Lord, I thank you more, for sending me these friends. Whose word with love expressed for You, has placed me in Your hand.

~Author Unknown~