Thursday, December 3, 2020

Dear God,

Tonight I stepped inside a bleak darkness when I heard a medical center CEO share how six of their front line workers had committed suicide.  I multiplied that by thousands across the country and the numbers took my breath away.  I broke into tears and went to my study so tears could find their way home.  All I could think of was how many front line workers, those who had taken their own lives and those whose lives were taken by Covid have died and all I could do was cry.  When my husband tried comforting me, I simply said, "Then who will weep for them and their families?

In that darkness I thought how the current president had downplayed the virus calling it a hoax, a Democratic trick and nearly inconsequential when he told reporters that his youngest son had Covid for about 20 minutes and then laughed.  How had that impacted those who took their lives?  When even their own president betrayed them, what pain they must have felt as they gave all they could to sick and dying patients who when dying had another patient ready to take the bed.  Pain flooded my soul.

O God, you make our hearts hurt for others.  You connect us in deep ways too deep for us to understand.  You give us cause to pause and consider the sorrow so very present in our nation and world today.  Besides praying, what can we do but weep?

Help us

bear the burdens

too heavy

for so many

to carry,

Great Shepherd.

Reveal to us

ways we

can help others,

O Father.

Show us

the way

to the hurting.

Love, Andrea