We are all sitting in the shadow of death, but of late I am more aware of just how transient our time in this world is. We complain about our lives and bemoan perceived hurts. We argue over the mundane and make mountains out of mole hills.
Yesterday as I sat watching blood flow into the veins of my husband who is courageously battling cancer I sat in the shadow of death and kept watch.
The nurses encourage you to stay or leave as you desire, but I can't bring myself to leave him and do the mundane daily tasks that await me at home. I don't know how much longer we have together and every moment is precious. So I sit and watch the blood flow and him sleep and listen in to conversations on the other side of the curtain. I read my Divine Office, pray the Chaplet of Divine Mercy and pray the Rosary. I feel a sense of peace as I call on heaven to help us.
I no longer pray for a miracle, though I would gladly take one. I pray that we have courage and grace to accept the Will of God. I pray that we can be a witness to others of God's great mercy.
So today as I picked up my prayers I was drawn to these parts of the Morning Prayer.
At daybreak, be merciful to me.– At daybreak, be merciful to me.
Make known to me the path that I must walk.– Be merciful to me.
In the tender compassion of our God
the dawn from on high shall break upon us, to shine on those who dwell in darkness and the shadow of death,
and to guide our feet into the way of peace.