God of the valleys filled with shadows, today is one of those days. The “there are no words” for this pain. The triggers are great. The soul is raw. Superglue feels like it keeps me in this space under perpetual cloudiness.
And so, in this deluge of spiritual rain, sleet, and snow, you become drenched with me God.
Even if you can’t lift these clouds, help me to find the light surrounding me and the love that holds me close in the moments of despair.
Amen.
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I continue my series on prayers of grief after the death of my father on September 18, 2017.
