Now Simon’s mother-in-law was in bed with a fever,
and they told him about her at once.
He came and took her by the hand and lifted her up.
Then the fever left her… Mark1:30-31
Compassionate Companion, you reached out in welcome to marginalized persons, offered the nurturance of bread to ease hunger, blessed children, and healed many with the touch of your hands. I turn now to remember the gift of your hands. I trust that you will always be holding my hand, especially when I experience difficulties.
When peace of mind and gentleness of heart slip away,
hold my hand.
When I lose sight of my worthiness and inherent goodness,
hold my hand.
When unrealistic expectations crowd out joy and satisfaction,
hold my hand.
When I forget to pause and listen to what stirs within me,
hold my hand.
When fear of vulnerability keeps me from seeking assistance,
hold my hand.
When I stumble and fall on the path of doing too much,
hold my hand.
When most everything I have believed turns to ashes,
hold my hand.
When the distress of others overwhelms my compassion,
hold my hand.
When the road of life before me looks fruitless and deserted,
hold my hand.
When a sense of your presence has fled my awareness,
hold my hand.
Tenderhearted One, you continually walk with me on the road of life. I am not alone when I limp along in the hazy grayness of discouragement and disappointment. I place my hand in yours, and move forward with hope in your loving presence. Amen.
© Joyce Rupp
