I do not know how to hope

 

Lord I do not know how to hope  

Please Hope for me

I do not know how to find the right path

Please find it for me

I  can no longer find trust 

Please help me to trust again

I need answers

Please give them to me

I need a light to guide me

Please shine for me

I need help

Please help me

I need to be healed

Pease heal me

I need so much Lord

Please provide for me.

Amen.

Contemplating the Our Father

 

For the last thirty years or so, severe, chronic illness, ever progressing, burning, throbbing has smashed my wife’s life apart into screaming shards of never ending agony, has torn her apart on every conceivable level. How probable is it then, I ask, that when she cried out in torment, to Jesus, decades  ago, to show her how to pray and survive, that Jesus might reveal the Our Father to her in a new and deeper way?

This is something of what she has been shown:

“And I saw in the praying of the prayer of the Our Father, that it was not just my prayer, in that moment, but that it was that prayer, prayed in all moments, adding together and cascading over to reach God’s ear; the sum total of all the times the prayer has ever been prayed, the words spoken, uttered in reverence, proclaimed, beseechingly, genuinely, hopefully, desperately, totally, as if following some sacred Holy Path that leads ever up the mountain to the summit. And each time you pray the prayer of the Our Father, you arrive at that summit of the prayer, which connects you to God, yet each further time you pray that prayer, the pinnacle is higher, closer, larger, somehow even more pure, swathed in beauty, in power, in spiritual richness. Each word a glistening jewel that reaches out from you and sparkles in God’s mind.”

Through unimaginable pain and suffering, it is her contemplation upon the greatest of all prayers, that has sustained her and protected her. 

A prayer for when symptoms are raging

 Lord, 

Help me find Your Light

When my own light fails

And my symptoms rage

And the world torments me

Help me keep a place 

Of stillness

Within me

That I might find 

Your Grace

Upon me

Amen

More than the pain, a new art video

 

We are delighted to share a new art video, celebrating art through profound suffering and the determination of spirit to be more than the pain.

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=Q8Su2vxE2LQ

Find inner Peace

 Be still. Find inner Peace and Hope indwelling. All is well. Be of good heart. I protect and guide you ever in the Way of Love, therefore be blessed and at Peace. My Peace is with you.

Prayer booklets

 Having lived in a state of severe intractable illness for decades, often feeling like death was near and also knowing too many friends and family members taken from the world, having suffered grievously with various different illnesses, we have always sought solace and strength in prayer.

We have never found anything, though, that had the right words for the situations that we found ourselves in, for it is a very difficult and sometimes too painful topic for many to deal with and each person’s experience and context is different and unique to them.

Finding words that might help people face death, whether it is our own or someone else’s death, can mean so much.

As each person, who we have known personally, has died, Linda has written a prayer or a poem, either to help support them on this last journey or to honour their precious life.

This is the time where the right words, tenderly offered, can give much needed love and support to someone dying or to family and friends left behind.

On Holy Way, you can find a series of small booklets which offer prayers for both healing and dying. Do explore them.

Just as I am

 

No need to be anyone else more important, rich, successful, well known, going somewhere, getting, having, wanting, needing this or that. Just me and my bike.

And that fills me with the deepest happiness.

Obscure, no one, nothing, on my bike, this midday. Battling my way through a strong head wind, I turn my head to one side, spotting as I do so, a single white toadstool, poking its head above the grass, all alone in the hedgerow.

In its glorious perfection,

I suddenly see myself.

Just as I am.

No need to be anyone else more important, rich, successful, well known, going somewhere, getting, having, wanting, needing this or that. Just me and my bike.

And that fills me with the deepest happiness.