A place where I find myself needing the strengthing of a deep breath, the focus of a whispered prayer, and the hope of an all-powerful God.
In the past, this place has been about me…about my very own pain and sorrow.
But now I find it mostly about others…dear ones.
I am having difficulty taking that deep breath at the moment because I can’t bear the thoughts that keep crowding in.
I’m overwhelmed by fears and hurt for another.
So instead of steadying deep breaths, I’m whispering my prayers with short breaths of hope, pleas for peace, and requests for grace.
I’m trusting that regardless of what I can see before me…the issues of this life, the pain of another, the loss of things that weren’t supposed to be lost…I’m trusting that God sees more. God sees beyond me.
He sees what He can do to redeem, restore, and reconcile. He sees what He can do to love another whole.
My prayers are not about whys or whens. They are about Who.
Who holds all the broken together in infinite, lavish love.
Who brings life out of death.
Who speaks truth into lies.
Who binds up the brokenhearted.
Who restores the lost.
Who redeems the bound.
Who heals the sick.
Who loves the unlovely.
Who forgives the fallen.
Who comforts the heartbroken.
Who is faithful to the faithless.
Who is my Father…my Savior…my Comforter.
I have found these prayers to the One Who Is…the One Who Listens…the One Who Loves…these prayers surround me like the comfort of a soft blanket gently layed on my shoulders.
I have felt hope wash over my hopelessness with a few well-spoken words of a friend.
“Overwhelming for us but not our Lord.”
I have felt peace as I emotionally, spiritually, and mentally hand over my burden to Him.
I have felt strength as I turn to His word…as I find truth and hope and healing in the letters and words and sentences of my God’s love letter to me.
Today I have hope even as last night I went to bed with tears in my eyes for one I love deeply who is struggling. And one I love deeply who is lost to me. And one I love deeply who is hurting. And all the ones I love deeply who are going through things I can’t fix.
But this morning, even though my head is slightly foggy with sickness, and my eyes are rough with dried tears, and my body is weary…I feel hopeful.
I feel the power of my God…the strength of His hand…in the prayers I and others have prayed.
I feel peace and even great expectation of what He will do in these lives.
I feel great expectation of what He will do in my life.
My chest has finally risen with a deep breath of joy in the hope and strength of my Lord.