Someone in my life has weighed heavily on my mind the last two days. This person continues to struggle and there is very little I can do but pray and send love and light. I am actually not supposed to know that this person is struggling again, hence the anonymity. The power of prayer is obvious to me, so I knew it would help to ask for prayers from around the world. After all, I have readers in Canada, Europe, Russia, and Australia. The power reaches far and wide!
This person needs strength, comfort, compassion, and joy.
Thank you in advance for your thoughts.
My heart is full today because someone reminded me of why I do what I do.
There’s a mom out there struggling with ‘severe anxiety and depression’ during pregnancy. She reached out to me via email last night after reading one of my posts. Her words instantly took me back to my own struggle, complete with the endless crying and feelings of hopelessness. I know exactly how she feels.
I was honest and straight forward in my response, even though it felt a bit strange to do this with someone I don’t know. What I do know is that anxiety and depression are not at all safe for the mother or the baby and her doctors need to help her.
I am sending love and light to her, her baby, her family and her doctors.
I went to a funeral this morning. The priest compared the process of grieving to tent poles because my friend’s husband, the deceased, was an avid camper.
She explained that it is always very difficult to pitch a tent successfully without all of the tent poles. Sometimes, you open the bag and find out there is one missing. Sometimes, unfortunately, they are all missing. But most of the time, there’s another camper nearby who is willing to give up a tent pole to help a fellow camper. And hopefully, other campers follow suit until you have the tent poles you need.
We were encouraged to be the tent poles for the grieving family. Be there to ground them, support them, hold them up, and make them feel safe. The analogy was visually perfect for me. I imagined a tent without its poles and saw collapse, struggle, and imbalance. I even envisioned the tent flying away in the wind, with us there to bring it back down.
From the expression on my friend’s face during this colorful analogy, it was clear that she could see some of the same things. She liked the thought of having tent poles. She smiled at the idea. Hopefully, if only for a moment, she felt her poles, those people who care for her, holding up her tent and surrounding her with love .