Wednesday, June 19, 2024

Dear God,

Healing hope, I am watching healing hope take root in my grandchild who has lived with grim, black depression for most of his life.  Months ago as he invited me to sit down and listen to his description of depression pain, my heart felt a tear, my tears wanted to fall and my spirit wanted to grab hold of my precious grandson and never let go.  Yet, all he wanted me to do was listen.

When love is deep, two lives become one as we take on their suffering and grief.  We want so much to change the life of our loved one but we do not have the power to do so.  What we do in the depth of our love is to take on some of their pain and hopelessness in hope of lessening their burden.  Maybe it works; maybe it doesn't but we do it anyway.  And so it has been for a number of years with our grandchild.

Weeks ago he returned from yet another mental health facility but because of learning more about himself, accepting himself as the gender he believes himself to be, he shines more light and less darkness.  He smiles more and frowns less.  He has found joy leaving behind most of his despair.  He is engaging in healing hope.  I see it on his face, in his body and the way he carries himself.  He is changing, releasing much of what held him back.  My heart is full, my mind satisfied, my love even deeper.

Healer of our souls,

thank you

for the gift

of healing hope.

Without it,

we cannot thrive.

But you

never give up,

always giving us

more of yourself.

Thank you

for your

healing power

and love.

Yours, Andrea