Prayer and quiet reflection is a large part of my life today. Friends that know me understand when I say I need to go to the sea. They know that on a small patch of rock, I will sit and say my prayers. A place where I leave my burdens. But, at times prayer is not easy for me. The words won't come - my mind a jigsaw puzzle. All that is audible are groans of a broken mom and tears of an inconsolable heart. I get discouraged; chastising myself for the lack of attention to prayer figuring God is not hearing me.
On Sunday Pastor read Romans 8 Verse 26: "At the same time the Spirit also helps us in our weakness, because we don't know how to pray for what we need. But the Spirit intercedes along with our groans that cannot be expressed in words."
When I am broken and even when I can't pray - I am still being heard. Pastor says that "we need to clasp God's hand and let him pull us through it". My faith in God gives me Hope; as grieving parents that is all we have "HOPE".
God Bless all grieving parents...
"I Know Who Holds My Hand written by Ira Stanphill in 1950.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2n3iLXHzX9k
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