Let me preface this with the fact that I did not come happily, skipping and jumping, into this prayer group that changed my life. I came as most do, broken, beaten, and in an emotional pain that can only be compared to that of grief.  The type of grief that is linked to losing the one you love most in this world. It stabs, weakens, and paralyzes. Lord, where do I go from here? How do I continue to walk? How can I pray? How can I breathe? How can I literally go on living?  It all began at church one Sunday morning. I cannot tell you what the preaching had been about, but…