I feel the downward pull,
the pout brewing,
the demands building,
wanting to hang onto
what was never mine.
I watch as this happens.
How I let go and let go
only to want to grasp again
in selfish greed
that would wound us all.
Grant me strength
to stay with the ache of missing.
Grant me the trust of a small child
to bow to your will and way
in this season of separation.
Remind me, that although there is pain
in each surrender,
it is this emptying
that makes room
for your gifts
and for you.
——
Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast,
it is not proud. It does not dishonor others,
it is not self-seeking.
I Corinthians 13:4-7
From Heaven at my Door by Juanita Ryan
I have felt pulled down, tired and sad the last few days. Today I stopped to see if I could figure out what was happening and I realized that deep down I’m sad. My children are dispersing even further from me and from each other, going to uncertain and potentially dangerous places – my family couldn’t be further spread out over the planet and I cannot be there and I cannot go with them and I cannot make it easier for them. These words came just at the right time as I shared my sadness with the Lord. Thank you dear Juanita – the Lord uses you to speak to me reminding me that I can trust and allow him to fill the sadness I feel inside today and give me comfort.
Thank you, Tertia, for sharing the ache of your heart. I am so grateful my words spoke to you today. May you experience surprising gifts of comfort from our loving Lord today in the the coming days.