2017, Election 2016, Endometriosis, grief, grief prayers, grieving, mourning, pain
God who operates beyond time and space, would you mind transforming me back to one year ago this afternoon?
Would you send me back to a time when hope still pushed aside the climate of despair? A time when I didn’t know death’s frigid grasp so well… a time when my body hadn’t yet become companions with various types of pain… a time when we stood on the edge of a possibility which would have brought prosperity for more of my neighbors and a time when hate was not so loud.
Where is this time machine, God? Maybe I would have made some different decisions, spent more time with loved ones, cared for myself in new ways.
I know we cannot travel back, and I know forward through the tunnel is the only path to journey. So give me the peace and strength as the suffocating shadows swallow me as I drive this stretch of road.
And as I reemerge from the tunnels, may your sunlight warm my soul again.