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I ran into an acquaintance at the grocery store the other day--somebody I know from the Swing Dance society in our area. I've danced with her a bunch, she's a lot of fun on the floor, but I can count the number of actual conversations we've had on one hand.
She stopped me and told me about her daughter, who has just gone missing. Her daughter was sexually assaulted as an early teen, and her life really spiraled downhill. She went through just about everything a parent can go through with her daughter, and when we talked in the grocery store last week, her daughter had been missing for eight days. She was obviously scared, and very tired.
After listening to her, I gave her a hug, and said, "I don't really pray, but I'll be thinking about both of you." I wished I could actually do something for her, fix it in some way. But if there's nothing she or the police can do, there's damn sure nothing I can do. Except be thinking about her. THAT I can do.
When people say "I'll pray for you" the way I meant "I'll be thinking about you", I appreciate it.
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