The comment showed up in the early morning, perhaps 7:00 a.m., in response to my previous post, Still, and I sat and cried. Here’s what it said:
The I in this reading is Jesus.
“I AM ABOVE ALL THINGS: your problems, your pain, and the swirling events in this ever-changing world. When you behold My Face, you rise above circumstances and rest with Me in heavenly realms. This is the way of Peace, living in the Light of My Presence. I guarantee that you will always have problems in this life, but they must not become your focus. When you feel yourself sinking in the sea of circumstances, say “Help me, Jesus!” and I will draw you back to Me. If you have to say that thousands of times daily, don’t be discouraged. I know your weakness, and I meet you in that very place.” Sarah Young.
I have had to say “Help me, Jesus” already a few times today and I know it will not be the last time.
Thank you for this rich post.
I love you!
It is from my mom.
Who still doesn’t know if her daughter has cancer remaining.
Who still has a best friend that has suffered far more than I ever have, and Mom has never given up on her.
Who still adores her husband like she did on that day she said, “I do.” Even more so.
Who still goes outside and builds snowmen, and wrestles, and goes to ball games with grandchildren.
Who still drives countless miles to care for us whenever we need her (and even when we think we don’t).
Who still cooks the most fabulous Italian food ever.
Who still loves to laugh mostly at herself.
Who still lives every day in complete dependence on Jesus.
Who still plays tennis and bowling Wii with Ash and won’t stop until she wins.
Who still spends hours braiding red curls, reading good books, curling up with coffee.
Who still admits her need and weakness.
Who still sits and cries with me, over me.
Who still needs your prayers, too, because all of this is harder on her than she will ever let me know.
Who still calls me every day to check in and misses my voice when we don’t connect.
Who still cries, “Help me, Jesus!” even if it’s a thousand times a day.
Who still never complains about her calling, her children, her tasks, her life.
Who still is the most amazing example to me of what a mother is to be. Someone who loves deeply and lives gratefully.
When I was a little girl I remember staring at her in complete awe, thinking she must be just about the most beautiful woman on the face of the earth.
I was right.
Will you please remember to pray for my parents, too?
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