sometimes i am right in the middle of an answer to prayer and i don't even realize it. last night i walked into my room late, and my room was full of emotion. some friends of ours live with a girl who is in love with (and in denial about) her angry, abusive boyfriend. after a lot of discussion and prayer, they've decided to move out. the situation is just not safe anymore, and it's not getting any better. it's amazing how much you can justify in the name of love. anyway, i walked in on them crying and talking and praying, jen whispered the basics to me as i sat down on the carpet, and we spent the rest of the evening sorting out feelings and details with them. this is a pretty normal situation in our room. as i sit here typing, a girl from down the hall is finding some comfort on our couch. i don't know what's breaking her heart today, but i'm sure within the hour it'll come out. i remember praying for a room full of peace, a place where people would come to get away from the world. and i realize now that it's exactly what i have.