This post over at Sorting the Baby Stuff got me thinking a new thought about God and myself.
These prayers sparked something particularly in my mind...
Most loving God: the death of your Son has opened to us a new and living way. Give us hope to overcome our despair; help us to surrender ____________ to your keeping, and let our sorrow find comfort in your care; through the name and presence of Jesus our Savior. Amen
God of compassion and companionship, _________ and _________ now stand before you in the fragile beauty of their humanity. Bless them in their anger, confusion, pain, sorrow, emptiness, and loneliness. Grant them assurance that nothing can separate them from your love. Grant them peace of mind in their confusion and healing in their pain. Grant them consolation in their sorrow, fill them with your Holy Spirit in their emptiness, and grant them companionship in their journey. Assure them that as the world rushes by, unaware, Christ will stop by the wayside and be with them. Amen
God, we release to you this child, lost to the world but found in your presence. Enfold him in the arms of your mercy. Amen.
These words have always been words of defeat in my life. Never surrender. Consolation prizes mean you didn't win. Release means giving up.
I think I AM on the verge of a breakthrough, but I'm NOT QUITE there yet.