Journal

It is stormy tonight.  Thunder rocks the landscape, while lightning strobes the landscape with its glorious flashes.  Rain is pouring steadlily down.  I don't know if my heart brought the storm as a cry to God, or if God sent the storm to tell me he knows how I feel. The pain and hardship of cancer, illness, it rocks me like the thunder is shaking the land.  I am shocked to the core, my soul is bare and open wide like the lightening lighting up the night sky.  My pain is there for all to see; sometimes I feel like I am wearing a mask of pain.    As the rain is pouring, not increasing, but not letting up, I am pushing forward with my life.  I cannot bear to go faster, I don't have it in me; but neither can I slow down, lest I have too much time to think about what is going on.  If I stop to think about it, I will become overwhelmed, and all will be to me a sinking ship.  

I have had many a challenge in my life, but this is truly a storm.  I am so fortunate, though, because I am not here alone.  I have the comfort of Love and Hope.  I have the shelter of Friends.  I have the roots of Faith.  I can only pray that no one be as unfortunate as I.  Not that I am that unfortunate, but because I am that rich.  I thank my God that my cup runneth over, I am blessed, blessed in the city, blessed in the field, blessed when I go, blessed when I come!  

Father, I pray for everyone, anyone, I pray that I would be the least of them, that they would never hunger or thirst, be lonely or alone.  I pray that they would never want for comfort or peace.  In Jesus' Name I pray!