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You are seen.

Somewhere in the Midwest, a lamp is kept lit for people who will never be met — the overlooked, the waiting, the ones the world hurries past. Whatever you are carrying, you are not carrying it unseen.

You can be held here, in prayer, asking nothing in return.

A way to ask for prayer by name is being made, gently. Until then, this lamp is already lit for you.

“The Lord is near to the brokenhearted, and saves the crushed in spirit.”