Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The LORD is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak. Isaiah 40:28-29
I have been saddest in the mornings after my mother’s passing. I go to bed pretty peaceful and wrapped in the saturation of the day, the joys of the day, the distractions of the moment. And yet when morning comes, my breath stalls at the edge of my pillow and I remember what is not a dream. I press my hand to my heart, I curl into the sheets and I cannot even pray. But I still feel prayer.
In my weakest moment of grief, a blanket of relief tucks into the crevices of my sorrow, chipping and caressing it away. And I can only think it is as if the thousands of prayers that have been said are stored in the hands of angels like a gentle balm and they smooth it upon the air above me and I breathe it in and I am less sad. God has picked me up on the blink of dawn and peace returns. I am revived; and my mother is well.
I feel your prayers, team. You are a mighty fortress for so many and I love you. God’s blessings for the best weekend. Joy to all!
Dianne H. Timmering
Vice President of Spirituality