Heavenly Father, right outside Terri's door, the richest supply of medicine is available, but none for her ... I pray that You would overrule the absolute hatred that fills my heart ... it is in obedience, and not love, that I pray for those who despitefully use Terri, for by so doing, I heap coals of fire on their heads. May they escape the wrath to come, while there is still time.
It is time, dear Father, that Terri does not have. Except for divine intervention, she will not be fed ... she will die. Thank You that nothing further needs to be said ... the wounds to our souls are too deep ... we ask that the Holy Spirit bring before the Throne of Grace, our groans and sighings ... translate them, dear Father, into words of petition of help and hope for Terri ... in the name of Jesus, we pray ... Amen ...