A three year old boy drowned leaving Syria
Dear God!
I cannot look at this dear little boy without tearing up. And I am not alone. I have seen many images, heard many words and read many, many words. But, this ONE image is working in my heart. My wonderful husband, Kit, printed it off and left it on my desk . . . just in case I hadn’t seen it.
Oh Dear God! How is it possible to look and not to weep? To see and then do nothing?
Well, WHAT to do?
A dear friend sent me the link to Rescue.org and I have given . . . not much . . . but pledged monthly. I guess, God, that I wanted to give specifically to a group focused on helping refugees.
Does it help the hundreds of thousands of refugees? No, not much . . . I will ask Kit to give, too. But, it is helping me. It is helping me to feel less powerless . . . less hopeless . . . as I watch the news.
Oh YES! There is one more thing I can do! I read about it in a weekly posting from Father Richard Rohr. He shares information from Tibetan Buddhist teacher Pema Chödrön about Tonglen practice as a way of holding suffering and awakening compassion.
Briefly it is: “. . . breathing in others’ pain so they can be well and have more space to relax and open, and breathing out, sending them relaxation or whatever you feel would bring them relief and happiness. However, we often cannot do this practice because we come face to face with our own fear, our own resistance, anger, or whatever our personal pain, our personal stuckness, happens to be at that moment.”
Ah, Dear God, I feel that is the kind of prayer that You desire and that You inhabit! A prayer that turns into a prayer for our own hopeless self and all the others like us.
Come, Dear God, and Help us!
Story teller,
A Moment with God 
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