Good Morning, God!
I’m headed off this morning — EARLY — to get my mom to the doctor’s by 7:30 A.M. I want to get to her apartment in time for her to have some coffee and a bite to eat. All my mother wants to do is CANCEL the appointment. I understand that. I really do, God. To be sure, it is “only” Mohs surgery for a squamous cancer that popped up on her arm in the last two months. Small in the face of life threatening cancers.
Still being “responsible” isn’t easy. I am so glad she is here and I am only a mile away.
More and more, God, I am appreciating the wisdom of “weep with those who weep and rejoice with those who rejoice.” No one should weep alone, God. In fact, in times of trouble we need to band together — to have someone WITH us. The body seems to speak best when we are beyond words.
I wish I could weep, God. You and I need to “talk” about that some other day. But, I do find that I can keen quietly. Hmmm. I just looked up “keen”and it means to wail in grief. Obviously, one cannot keen quietly — that would be an oxymoron. So, I guess, all I can do is make small sounds of distress. That seems grossly inadequate, God.
Grossly inadequate. Hmmm. Yes, God. I can feel that I am moving closer to humility. And, I am dependent on YOU for hope — for my very existence. You CARE. And I believe You weep with us. Thank You!