Then there is the young girl, who looked to be in her late twenties in the doctor's office. She was almost running as she left. The tears were streaming down her face and her mother followed behind looking stunned. My heart went out to them and I asked you to show Your Merciful Face. To fold them in Your Arms. To comfort them.
I ask you to comfort us as we struggle with this cross you have given to us. Help us Lord to keep getting up when we stumble. Help us as we stand empty before You, with nothing more to offer.
Help me to remember that tears are prayer also.
Lord, there is a stone in my heart.
~Cindy
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