I'm determined to write a minimum of once a week on this blog...but this day is difficult. There are so many things running through my mind and heart. Sometimes we find ourselves the witness to wounds that cannot be bound up. There is no oil that can be applied, no bandage that would be adequate. There is simply the expanse of time to offer. Time that is not only disinterested, but seems to mock us with it's snail-paced method of healing. Life simply hurts sometimes.
There IS something to do. It is quiet. No one needs to know, and it is a method available to us at all times. We pray. We pray. We pray. To verbally try to come up with answers and a plan of action would not only be annoying, it may also be counter to the will of God. So little is imposed and yet so much can be done within the quiet that prayer allows...both for those we lift up in prayer as well as in dealing with our own sense of inadequacy in the face of a loved one's woundedness.
This day let us pray. And be still and wait. God hears. He will answer us in ways we can neither dream of or imagine.
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