I know I’ve been missing in action quite a bit. Okay, it’s been a while. Even though I haven’t posted prayers until this one. I’m grateful to keep my prayer life. I heard a great man once say “Knocked down seven, get- up eight.” I guess in many ways, a lot of us all across the world are feeling tossed and torn with the vicissitudes of life. If I started talking about all the things that were wrong, I’d have no energy left to speak of the miracles “through the dark nights of the soul.”
Right here in the silence, tiny pecks of the keyboard echo loudly. How to begin again? At the scratch of it. In the stillness , nothing but nothing, thoughts overtaking another. Picture a cloud he says, “thoughts like clouds, heavy, bursting with tears of rain.”
My prayer begins, Hi God. Can you hold all of this? Do you have somewhere special, Where can you put war and suffering? All of this, is more that a cloud passing there’s thunder, agony, soldiers on the rise.
created and spoken by the author of this blog Krissy Mosley
Finishing up Poisoner in Chief by Stephen Kinzer, this book needs to be taught in public schools. I’m starting Myrlie Evers-Williams “Watch Me Fly” I can’t put this book down…So many books on my to do list~ oh, my,my..☕
This has been a year of all years, to say the least. I’m at a lost for words, and I’m broken with the rest of the world. For the things I can never have back. The sweet phone calls of loved ones on the other end, the comedy of friends in passing. After the death of my mother in April, I believe, that’s where the bottom fell out. Shortly thereafter the sudden death of my neighbor in August. I felt like crying about it wasn’t enough. Praying wasn’t enough. My lamenting seemed to consume all of me at times. I wanted to stop and take notice. I had no choice but to do so ,as my life seemed to take an abbreviated pause in happiness & living.
And even through this, people are losing their homes, their very reason for living.
and yet, I’m encouraged to pick up the pieces, smothered in empathy and affection, I’m here & I’m with you, with the help from the almighty,(Great Spirit) we must carry on…
I am Eva -former refugee, doctor and a writer. My parents were Holocaust survivors, I escaped communism. I wrote a novel, mixing family stories and fiction. A novel about Holocaust, communism, racism and emigration. What makes people leave, and what happens to the ones who do, and to the ones who stay. I believe these old stories are more important now than ever before.