I must admit that the trip to Texas really took the stuffing out of me. I am having trouble getting my legs under me. I feel empty and parched.
Parched like someone lost in the desert with no oasis in sight!
My only consolation is the Eucharist. I find myself tearing up and part of me wants to let go and just cry myself out. But I am afraid. Afraid that if I start I won't be able to stop.
My prayers are rote and empty. They are just words that I mouth and bring me no comfort. All I have is my emptiness to offer.
I was reminded today at Mass that many Saints had fellow Saints that helped them. They encouraged each other. They prayed for each other.
Today we remember Saint Cornelius and Saint Cyprian. Both priests and Bishops. Both martyrs.
They knew they were going to be martyred and they held each other up.
I am NO saint. However, I too have people who lift me up. My Prayer Partner, my Family, my Parrish, my Priest and my Deacon. I do not know what I would do without them and their prayers.
Lord, I am so empty...
I fear that I will never know
Your Mercy again.
I stand before you with nothing
to give to you.
I yearn for your comfort.
I yearn for some small measure of mercy.
Please remember me in your prayers.