Last night: a funeral home visit. A young couple whose baby died in his sleep.
To a young mother, and a young father, and grieving grandparents: I'll pray for you.
Today: a chance meeting in the bookstore. An old friend whose adult child has moved back home in the throes of an addiction. A crumbling marriage. Three young children.
To a distraught father, searching for answers, and relief: I'll pray for you.
I love words. Words are my life. Yet, as hard as I try, try as I might, my words are not adequate.
Father, forgive my feebleness.
Holy Spirit, interpret my groanings.
Lord, teach me to pray.
Saturday, April 30, 2005
Lord, teach me...
Labels: Dust of the Rabbi, Examen
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