Throughout my life, there have been people who I love but couldn't save. They are addicted or afflicted beyond what my words could heal or my hugs could set free. Do you know what I'm talking about? Though I profess to have no answers, I can share two truths I've accepted. One, the truth is, I can't save them. Understanding this TRUTH is a sobering freedom. Carrying around the weight of the responsibility of saving a life can almost rob you of your own. We can't save. God saves. The other truth is that it's not, "all's we can do is pray." When I've had that kind of attitude toward prayer I've sold out God. If pray is just a token or gesture for another, why did Jesus PRAY to His Father hours before he was crucified & minutes before dying? Because when it was the hardest His prayer worked the greatest. If prayer is the only thing I can do to help another who's life is slipping, then I hope I can peacefully know that I gave it my everything. I hope this encourages someone today.