In fact, that’s just what I tried to do this morning. I can’t believe it, but at first I forgot God, and then I decided that God couldn’t do what I thought I needed. You see, when I am sad, my modus operandi is to pray for someone else, bypassing myself, my needs. I forget to pray for help, and today that’s what I needed, God’s help, God’s embrace.
I’m about to go to the funeral of a man in his eighties; two days ago if was for a thirty-two year old man with downs syndrome; tomorrow for a women in her late forties who died suddenly of a brain tumor. The minute I asked God for love and support, something shifted inside me. I am still sad, but I feel I am walking on holy ground, along with everyone that I am praying for and praying with. We can’t do this alone, it is said.