God, why don’t we talk about compounding grief – when much of the things we love or are used to are gone.
Yes, my father is no longer here which has created a system void. But then I must consider the loss of my female organs, and the loss of ever bearing a child.
And then my computer crashes…
If you think I’m some Job, God, I’m not. My resilience is a drying rubber band with little to no stretching capability. Or maybe my soul has now been extended to its fullest potential.
If you have a hand in of this, God, stop it. Please. Or give me extra strength. Or allow me the courage to release all that I’m losing. Or peace that goes beyond my understanding… something to soothe my agitated Spirit.
I don’t believe you only give us what we can handle. Sometimes, what the universe gives us seems more than we can bear. If that’s the case, I turn to you, Divine Parent, to give me nourishment in this chaotic wilderness.
My grief prayers continue after the loss of my father on September 18, 2017.
Daily thanks for your prayers. The one I just read used the phrase “My resilience is a drying rubber band with little to no stretching capability”. What a good image to help give us some room to heal, maybe.
I am a father, age 78, and my daughter and I are always in contact. We often disagree, most of the time because I try to give her advice instead of just listening,.but we still hash things over. The Internet and cellular service brings her NYC and my Twin Cities so close that we worry if we don’t hear from the other for even normal lengths of time.
I wish there was a way to protect her from the grief of my death when it comes but of course there isn’t. I won’t be around to offer a collection of your prayers but I would hope she could find them.
Know that every time I read your words, I wish I could reach out in person to you. Keep that in mind as you share your grief.
Thank you so much for your words and encouragement!