Somewhere along this rocky, twisting, unwanted adventure of chronic illness comes a place of wrestling with God, with self, with letting go. But it’s OK. Because spring is almost here, hope watered in tears, ready to push through the grief, and burst into light.
A wandering soul was born years ago. But now when I feel the desert rain, I will understand it is the watering of a rooting soul at peace.
This guided lament is focused on the specific feeling of personal disappointment or loss that has accompanied this season. Father, you know deep loss, be near to us as we bring our own loss and disappointment before you.
Perhaps those who live everyday with chronic illness are in a place to comfort those who find themselves in this new life on the edge of uncertainty.