Norhing is permanent. All too soon blue skys turn gray and life's fragile hold is shaken loose and all that remains is dry bleached bones. Will the winter never end? Will the sun never heat the fertile ground so that life once again flows into ancient bones?
Winter too has invaded my very soul. There seems to be no hope or happiness and I pray that the Lord send the sun to warm me. I crave but a word of comfort, a touch of healing, a small display of His love for me as I sit here. I am tired, my bones ache.
My dear Lord, I know you carry much for me. I know you suffered greatly for me. Sweet Jesus, touch me, heal me, I am in distress and need you so much, come to me my aid. But my dear friend, if what I am feeling is to be endured to the betterment of my soul, then I accept it as a gift. Amen
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