O Holy One,
I did not expect this mixed bag of feelings in my grief: joy, peace, bitterness, denial, hope, sadness, anger and dark humor swirl around me. Like a bunch of wildflowers, they each have a place in my understanding and coping. I hop between them like a bumblebee, afraid that, in my feelings, I am showing a lack of faith.
But then… your Spirit says, “I am that bumblebee: touching, caressing, tasting, feeling, visiting and honoring each blossom, each Reason for being. I know where those flowers were grown. I know each joy and each tear. I hear you. I celebrate your wild creativity. I cherish your feelings. I hold them all in my Hands.”
Thank you for holding me, loving me, gathering me…
Blessed be. Amen.
Rev. Deborah Vaughn is a hospice chaplain endorsed by theAlliance of Baptists, and in her last week as Assistant Minister atTwinbrook Baptist Churchin Rockville, MD. She blogs atAn Unfinished Symphonyand was a contributor toThere’s a Woman in the Pulpit.She is an avid Buckeye fan down to her scarlet-painted toes!
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