Loss. It's never easy to accept. The death of my step-mother this past week just eighteen months after my father passed away. The devastation of Hurricane Harvey. I donated right away. So many needs. So many questions.
I watch the news and thank God for the generosity and moxie of mankind to offer financial aid, food, and much needed supplies. I pray these spectacular kindnesses will continue to be bestowed in the midst of great loss. This morning, I request an additional intercessory prayer. Will you join me each day in praying for the emotional and mental protection of each survivor? When the time comes to assess the loss, to see it and feel it, I pray they will not fall into utter despair. That by the grace of God the mental illnesses that often result in the wake of losses of this magnitude will not take hold and sweep away the hope of a better tomorrow. I pray the presence of God will rise high in the hearts and minds of those who feel buried in uncertainity.
It was Thomas Merton who wrote:
"For perfect hope is achieved on the brink of despair when, instead of falling over the edge, we find ourselves walking on the air. Hope is always just about to turn into despair, but never does so, for at the moment of supreme crisis God's power is suddenly made perfect in our infirmity."
Pray and give, pray and give, pray and give,
Published on Saturday, September 2, 2017 @ 12:01 PM CDT