Of pain and prayers

You know that there are moments in life that suddenly you know something, like someone is going to appear, something is going to happen and so on. Not always is that thing a good one, sometimes is bad, really bad.
It happened Sunday, I was in Ikea shopping again for my studio (which, note aside, needs tiding desperately). And suddenly I had that feeling that someone needed help. Weird you may think, but it happens quite often to me. Because I am a religious person, so when that happens I always say a prayer even though I do not know who is suffering or who needs it. And so I did.
Few minutes later, I had a call from a friend letting me know of a common friend who was (as still is) having a very difficult time. I had no idea of that, yet it made sense. This horrible news made me again pray for her and her family. What is going to happen I don't know, but there is nothing else to do but to pray.
I understand that there are some people who don't believe in the afterlife nor in any spiritual aspect of the human being. I just don't care if they do or not, and I am certainly not going to try to convince anyone about anything. But for me, it's the only way I can make sense of all this and more importantly, I just can not not believe.
Through rough times, there is always the steady and calm prayer that maintains us afloat.