Praying the Breakthrough Prayer
"Am I young enough to believe in revolution;
am I strong enough to get down on my knees and pray ?"
The day went nowhere much; drowned in tears. Tears of pain, of frustration , accepting that this is the most it is going to be, on a sunlit, beautiful day, where if Linda was well we would be walking our dog on the beach; ah, but she is never, never well and getting worse. Us hugging in the middle of the afternoon , in that desperate place , knowing there's no one to help, to advise , to offer any hope of a way out of this gruesome suffering.
Come just before 9.00 pm and Linda lights a candle; would I pray the prayer ? I couldn't; I can't pray, I am so stressed-out. But I could press the button and play the video.
Linda on both sides of me and I heard these words :
"By the power of your Holy Spirit uplift our carers and lighten their heavy load in dealing with this unrelenting illness and their own despair."
Together we "threw", we pushed, I punched, I heaved, I grasped the oppression, the deceipt, the lies by the scruff of their neck and we shouted out most powerfully, two voices, one prayer : and we were not alone last night :
"May the mountain of ME be removed and thrown into the sea. "
Glory be to the Father
to the Son
to the Holy Spirit.
we prayed, so close, together and I laughed and laughed; a laugh of great power and joy.
I cannot thank Theresa and Pauline and dear "...." enough, for the light.