Dear God, are you out there, it's me, Cathy
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
I started blogging by accident. I wanted to post on Rosie O'Donnell's blog so I created one myself. Early on my blog was very silly and full of political digs. Katrina was in full force and I was full of my own fury.
And then people started to post comments. I was intrigued by this. Amused. I liked the back and forth banter with these make-believe people. Then I saw some weird comments and thought about stopping. This thought was fleeting, because it was then that I realised that this strange entity connected me somehow, to something, and I still didn't completely understand.
And now, I am connected to many people who I have gotten to know better than some of my own family. So connected that tonight, I can not shake my fear for a sweet baby boy who is so very sick. I rarely pray hard anymore. But here I go. Please pray with me. For Ira, who I have never met, whose parents I do not know, but for whom I have shed a thousand tears these past few days. I have never in my life put a prayer to paper, but blogging has brought me to it.
Our Heavenly Father.
Thank You for Ira.
Thank You for his wonderful parents.
Thank You for placing this sweet baby boy on the Earth to know them and be with them and with his little big sister.
I know that we must somehow understand that you must take us when our time has come.
But please, Dear God, I pray these words with all that is in me. Let Ira live a beautiful and long life on this Earth. His life will serve others in a way that is meaningful and holy. His life will uplift so many. Please God. In all your Mercy. Lay your healing hands on this baby boy and make him well, give him strength, let him feel joy and happiness, laughter and love.
In Your Name, I Pray.
AMEN.
Wake to see a thousand mornings, dear baby.
And then people started to post comments. I was intrigued by this. Amused. I liked the back and forth banter with these make-believe people. Then I saw some weird comments and thought about stopping. This thought was fleeting, because it was then that I realised that this strange entity connected me somehow, to something, and I still didn't completely understand.
And now, I am connected to many people who I have gotten to know better than some of my own family. So connected that tonight, I can not shake my fear for a sweet baby boy who is so very sick. I rarely pray hard anymore. But here I go. Please pray with me. For Ira, who I have never met, whose parents I do not know, but for whom I have shed a thousand tears these past few days. I have never in my life put a prayer to paper, but blogging has brought me to it.
Our Heavenly Father.
Thank You for Ira.
Thank You for his wonderful parents.
Thank You for placing this sweet baby boy on the Earth to know them and be with them and with his little big sister.
I know that we must somehow understand that you must take us when our time has come.
But please, Dear God, I pray these words with all that is in me. Let Ira live a beautiful and long life on this Earth. His life will serve others in a way that is meaningful and holy. His life will uplift so many. Please God. In all your Mercy. Lay your healing hands on this baby boy and make him well, give him strength, let him feel joy and happiness, laughter and love.
In Your Name, I Pray.
AMEN.
Wake to see a thousand mornings, dear baby.
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11:00 PM
There is time for everything
And everything in its place,
Some are beyond our control
And some beyond our understanding
But we can have faith in our hearts
And in faith, we pray for guidance and strength.