This prayer moves me. It shakes me out of myopia. Somehow, when my momentary world feels depressing—even crushing—it helps me realize that what I am experiencing is in fact a chapter rather than the end of the book. My own storyline has been woven with far more heartache and grief than I could have imagined, much of which I would have proclaimed “not survivable” if I had known ahead of time it was coming. But then I find perspective in this prayer from Susanna Wesley, who birthed 17 or 18 children, yet watched helplessly as 10 of them died in varied circumstances. I cannot comprehend the grief of losing even one, though I have watched my own daughter Rebecca suffer through the loss of her firstborn, Molly.
More Good Than Bad
More Good Than Bad
More Good Than Bad
This prayer moves me. It shakes me out of myopia. Somehow, when my momentary world feels depressing—even crushing—it helps me realize that what I am experiencing is in fact a chapter rather than the end of the book. My own storyline has been woven with far more heartache and grief than I could have imagined, much of which I would have proclaimed “not survivable” if I had known ahead of time it was coming. But then I find perspective in this prayer from Susanna Wesley, who birthed 17 or 18 children, yet watched helplessly as 10 of them died in varied circumstances. I cannot comprehend the grief of losing even one, though I have watched my own daughter Rebecca suffer through the loss of her firstborn, Molly.