Christmas Blessing

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Today found us receiving the tiniest bit of hope. Enough hope that I feel like I can breathe.  An answer to prayer. Maybe not the 'total' answer to prayer. But enough. Enough.


My dear friend-ok, full disclosure. This woman does not know me. She has blessed my life in more ways than I can measure, but we've had one email communication and that's all. Anyway...my dear friend, Christine Moers, posted this blessing for mamas of traumatized children on her blog today. It's a blessing I need. I know most of you who read this blog are not parenting traumatized children, but maybe there's something, someone in your life that causes you to need this blessing as well.



"May your legs remember to walk away before your mouth loses its loving voice.

May there be special stolen moments with your neuro-typical children, even if it is when the rest of house is in bed.

May your eyes be magically fixed from rolling as a parade of family and friends question every single choice and interaction you have with your child.

May your mind be filled with the people in your life who DO get it and DO support you, because they are the gifts that keep on giving all year long.

May there be one tiny, but unbelievable hair of a moment, when you find the strength to step outside of the behavior and see your child for who they were born to be, and who they need you to be.

May you find peace, albeit fleeting.

May you find hope.

May you find healing within yourself, again and again, so you can then teach your child how to find their own.

And may the eggnog be spiked."

Amen.

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Well, I feel like we've been through hell this past month.  We're still there.  We're praying for a miracle.  The depth of this valley that we've sunk into with Mr. B seems unending at the moment.  So I have very little to write right now.  Very little that isn't despairing or bitter or angry.  Or angry.

So this is all I have tonight.  I know I've posted part of this before, but this is all I can muster for the time being.  My prayer for Mr. B.  My prayer for myself.  My prayer for our whole family.


Your voice has stilled the raging storms
The wind and waves bow down before
Your still small voice brings hope to all
Who wait on You, we'll wait for You
To lead us to the place where You'll restore our souls
And all our earthly strivings come to cease

Take from our souls the strain and stress
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Your peace
The beauty of Your peace

Bright skies will soon be overhead
We'll enter in to Heaven's rest
There'll be no death, there'll be no pain
The things of old will pass away
You'll lead us to the place where You'll restore our souls
And all our earthly strivings come to cease

Take from our souls the strain and stress
And let our ordered lives confess
The beauty of Your peace
The beauty of Your peace
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