Mighty is the Prayer

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Linking with The Sunday Muse for Muse # 29


Prayer is glue for broken souls. ~Terri Guillemets

The most powerful

 weight lifting we will ever do,

 is reach toward heaven

 with our troubles in hand

 and give them to God

Amen.

Looking Up

When we are down

we can look up...

 

when we are in the valley

of need we can look up...

 

and when we need guidance from God

we can look up...

 

 

 

 It seems our gaze in life tends to stay at our own steps.  We do not look to God until we need His help.  Maybe our struggles and the trials that come our way are part of God's plan to steer us closer and make us learn to lean upon his sturdy strength, like a redwood tree that reaches towards the heavens. 

I just wanted to take the time to thank you all for your prayers for Jennifer.  She is off life support and was moved into a regular room on Monday.  She will be going home in the next couple of days.

Things are looking up for her.

 

Holding On To Hope

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"All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on."

~Havelock Ellis

 

 

When you hold on to the hand of someone on life support, it really makes you think about what holding on really means.  So much of the time in life we are told to just let go.  It could be resentment, un-forgiveness towards a family member, or a box that is too heavy for our strength to attempt carrying.  Whatever it may be, we are instructed to let go, but standing here in the ICU of the hospital, I am overwhelmed with the helpless feeling of the need to hold on for dear life.  Each time I reach out to this weak hand, she still squeezes with a strong grip, as if saying “don’t let me go, please don’t let me go.”  Life is such a fragile thing.  When our life is healthy and whole we tend to take it for granted and let it loose like a dog with no leash through an open gate.  Yet when it is no longer completely within our grasp we want to protect it and hold on to its leash securely and never let go.  As I stand here beside this bed with tubes and devices all over the place, I hold on to a precious hand, and I can only think about just that, holding on tenderly and never letting go.   A once vibrant young woman is now reliant on a machine for air to live, and everything is uncertain.  I only know that she does not want me to let go of her hand, and I do not want her to let go of the will to survive.

Please pray for Jennifer.

 

The Glory In Kneeling

Imperfect Prose with Emily take a look you will be blessed.

There is more strength in letting go of the tears than in all the callus one can hold.

There is more courage in reaching out for help than facing all the demons alone.

There is more power in our silence than all the words we can say.

There is more glory in kneeling in the shadows in prayer

than just standing in the light's way.

Here and Heaven

Imperfect Prose take a look you will love it!

Sometimes the distance between the deliverance and the trial

can seem to be a million hard miles.

And at times the distance between bitterness and peace

can seem to be a far ocean we could never reach.

sometimes the distance between despair and hope

can seem to be an endless gravel road.

And at times the distance between our doubts and our faith

can seem to be many worlds away.

Yet, the distance between each one of these

is simply the space between the floor and our knees.