Where there is Darkness…

statue of saint francis

Prayer of St Francis (photo by Leanne Shawler)

I sat huddled at my desk, face pressed into palms supported by elbows propped on desktop, staring into the darkness of my own hands…feeling the darkness pressing in from all sides. 

The work day was ended.  It was time to go home, a brief ten minute walk from the office.  Yet, I lingered, dreading home…knowing the unfixable problems waiting there…praying that God would show me what to do…

I am guest blogging, today, with Leanne Shawler over at Provoking Beauty, as a contributor on her Prayer of St Francis series. Won’t you come join the conversation? Just click here.

[Linked to Beholding Glory , Seedlings , Graceful , Wellspring , God-Bumps ]

4 thoughts on “Where there is Darkness…

  1. I love how God reaches our heart through other people. What a wonderful gift in that poem. To know that someone else cares, that someone else sees our pain and reaches out to us, that is transforming. Thanks so much for sharing this!

    • “someone else sees our pain and reaches out to us, that is transforming”

      That’s it, exactly, Christina! Sorrow, pain and grief are so isolating. It is truly transforming to simply know that our pain has been recognized…to know someone noticed and cared…

      Thank you, for the insightful input!

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