Then a paralytic was brought to Him, carried by four men. Since they were unable to get to Jesus through the crowd, they uncovered the roof above Him, made an opening, and lowered the paralytic on his mat. When Jesus saw their faith, He said to the paralytic, “Son, your sins are forgiven.”
A message arrives from a friend saying they're praying for you, and you realise you haven't managed a single prayer of your own in days. If you've lost someone, or you're simply worn through, you might know that quiet evening when you sit on the edge of the bed, try to begin, and find that no words come.