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Saturday, January 18, 2014

Pray!

Lord, you know it has been a hard week.  I have been on the verge of tears most of the week and yet you have sent me so many blessings.

My niece is exploring becoming a Catholic.  She, her husband and my sister are coming to Mass!  A miracle.  More prayers answered.

 And yet...

I feel like I have been invited to a party that I want to attend, but my sorrow is so great that I can't fully enjoy it.  At Mass I find that I try to be small and inconspicuous.  I don't want to talk to anyone.  I just want to be there with you.

I feel like a time traveler that is lost in a black hole.  I know that you are there.  I see you in the beauty of the world, the kindness of friends and strangers.  I know you are there, but I fear that I won't be happy again.  I know you won't abandon me.  You will lift me up.  You will be my comfort and refuge.  You are my hope and my strength.

I found comfort in the concluding prayer in today's Office Reading.

Lord,
free us from the dark night of death.
Let the light of resurrection
 dawn within our hearts
 to bring us to the radiance of eternal life.
  We ask this through our Lord Jesus Christ,
 your Son,who lives and reigns with you an
 the Holy Spirit, on
 God, for ever and ever. Amen.

 ~Cindy
 

2 comments:

  1. The death of Michael hit all of us hard, you more then anyone. I spoke with our Deacon here about his death and he reminded me that death is a re-birth, it's going home to Jesus and it is in fact a celebration of a new beginning for Michael. Unfortunately it's a celebration we can't attend but I try and look at the bright side that he is now with his maker and is no longer suffering even though we may be. I know in time the sorrow I feel will slowly fade as I come to realize that my gumba buddy is no longer here and I must move on with the years I have left. I can not make the sorrow you feel at your loss fade away but I can and do pray for you and as always we are here for you, anytime, anyplace.

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    1. Dear Kent, yes the sorrow will pass with time. I know he is in a better place. I am happy for him. I am grieving for myself.

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