I remember laying in my hospital bed one night feeling so unbelievably alone. My room didn’t have a phone, my husband was in his most demanding semester of school with finals and boards quickly approaching, and my family was clear across the country. I was desperate to pour my heart out to someone and tell them what I had been going through the last few days.  I thought of the other patients in the burn unit. Were they in similar situations? What if they did not know of God or believe He was there? How in the world were they even surviving without hope and faith in a loving God? My heart ached for them. So, I decided to pray. Through tears, I pleaded with my Heavenly Father to watch over them and be with them.