Sunday Post ~ "Any concern too small to be turned into a prayer is too small to be made into a burden." -- Corrie Ten Boom
If you've been around here much, you know that I'm pretty big on prayer. Prayer has many meanings, from very simple to very complex. I tend toward simple. It means talking to God. And I do it constantly. About life and death. About lost case files and good parking spots. About blog friends, IRL friends, people on the news. I do believe God cares about everything that we care about, because that's how much God cares about us. The way good parents care about what's important to their children. I went to the wedding. It was incredibly beautiful, and meaningful. Lots of tears, all around. And while I sat at a table late in the evening, with people I love, I thought of you all. I thought that I felt well enough to sit there (and I even danced twice!) because hundreds of people had prayed, were praying, that I could be there. I became aware on Friday that there's a prayer group in a prison in Virginia who pray for me; and a church in Texas, and one in Arkansas. I don't have any understanding of why WTF isn't gone yet; for whatever reason, it's not time. But for some reason, I was granted reprieve enough over the weekend to go to a lovely wedding, and to visit with family, and even walk a lot on Saturday at a museum. So I have no complaints (until the next time I start complaining).
Thank you for helping me go to Stacey's wedding.
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