Grief and That Very First True Prayer

Sad, Depressed, Depression, Sadness

Hearts Annoyance when hearts break

But to endure God’s name sake

(My experience indicates )

Brings a deeper relief since of a person’s grief.

So expect to hold on becomes a struggle

When We Can’t cope

Minutes that look like hours

Hours that look like days

When life’s unpleasant it sours

Those forlorn minutes of paralysis

Can’t move, eyes lost in a frenzy

Desperate is the person who prays.

Loss is a fantasy defunct. It takes us deep into a trip to a different world we barely recognised existed. Naturally, we knew was there all along, but we actually did not expect to get there in Holland when Italy promised so much. Loss is the departure of a hope, yet it’s only when hope dies we determine that we can’t leave it like that.

Quite soon we commence a struggle to reclaim hope.

It, as a conquest, is the religious fight of our lives.

Schertz Wildlife Removal, as it happens, and for so many countless minutes, is unacceptable. We can’t accept what has compelled us to change.

What’s beyond us, what is beyond our control, leaves us feeling useless, helpless, and hopeless. And yet it’s just in a road called Unacceptable that we learn to occupy a home named Hope that’s beyond every hope which may be taken away.

And God opens the way into a life that could never be defeated, though we will need to be defeated in order to embark on the journey to the remote Promised Land of the soul.


It’s not uncommon in my life to experience tragedy, and some days there are more than one. 1 thing that I suspect grief has taught me is to anticipate it. I would not call it pessimism, because in pessimism there’s absolutely not any hope, just resignation. I see a hope beyond reduction, and I see hope supports loss; and, that grief is the enigmatic vehicle that transports us from spiritual death to eternal life in the name of Jesus.

I often wonder of the man who never prayed till they dropped every ounce of fortitude they had. With nothing left, and nothing left to lose, they go to God, first maybe in the fury of passion, telling him how nasty He’s to permit this. Then there are following prayers, perhaps when they’re too weak to shake their fist at God. Then there is the time when God showed up . Sound familiar? The longer we spend some time with God’s people, the more we hear variants of the ancient narrative born .

Had their genesis in despair.

What was created against them as defeat

They turned, through God, into success.

The prayer God enjoys most is that first prayer, prayed in desperation. That life scenario that brought us to our knees, also brought us to God, and could be viewed as the moment that life can begin, again. Such a paradox is put on the reality that seems to be an end but is just an essential beginning.

The hope we cling to in reduction

Is that it is reallyn’t the end. And it is not!

With God through our despair,

Bear with God through the flame,

He’ll get you through the pyre.

Bear well as you can your frustration of pain,

In the end, this time you will see as one of profit.

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