God of Abraham, God of Isaac, and God of Jacob, blessed are You.
turn our mourning into gladness
and our sorrows into wholeness. ~ Esther 4: 14, 30
Not the easiest of days, yet a Hand is over my heart today, no permission granted to ache or hurt for myself. Today, twice, a commenter has reminded me, Spring is on its way! How beautiful! How especially beautiful on this day of my friends’ soft tears and trembling smiles. Today, I tread carefully among the wounded, touching sorrowing hearts, willing them to believe that spring is coming even as it seems winter won’t let go, in the hiddenness of my own heart, praying,
God of Abraham,
God of Isaac,
God of Jacob,
turn our mourning into gladness,
and our sorrows into joy,
Blessed be God,
Blessed be God,
Blessed be God.
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