a prayer from the valley. . .
Abba Father, today I come full of sorrow, burdened by the memories of longed-for children whose hearts beat but a moment and fade; by lack of rest; by misunderstanding; by things shattered beyond repair; by much work and few hands. I know this world is broken – that death and delusion and sickness and injustice mar the beauty that You intend for us.
I fear no evil, for you are with me. Your rod and your staff, may they comfort me.
I thank you for my colleagues who are friends – that they walk this journey with me, that they hold me up and swoop in when it seems to much – that they pray when my strength is spent, that they bring wisdom and hugs with their expertise as we care for our tiny patients every day. That they encourage in word and deed. I thank you for the people that fight alongside me, too numerous to say name by name. I thank you that in the valley of the shadow of death, I am not alone.
You prepare a table before me. . .my cup overflows.
May I know I am seen. May I know that I am heard. May I be strengthened. May my soul be restored. May I see the abundance of grace upon grace.
Surely, goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life.
*We attended my Uncle Art’s funeral today from our living room in Kenya where the pastor talked of the 23rd Psalm. I had started this post but not finished it – Uncle Art’s favorite part is the opening of it all – the Lord is MY shepherd. May His shepherd and mine meet us in our grief and lead us on good paths every day.