Lord,
Lord.
Make me an instrument of thy peace, Lord.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, let there be faith.
Where there is despair, let there be hope.
Where there is darkness, let there be light
Where there is sadness, let there be joy.
Oh Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console....to be understood as to understand...to be loved as to love. It is in giving that we recieve and in pardoning that we are pardoned. And it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
Make me an instrument of thy peace, Lord. Of thy peace.
Love, Sheri
(from the song by John Rutter and the prayer penned by St. Francis of Assisi, both of which inspire me, calm me, give me direction and comfort me)
About Me
- Sheri
- Texas, United States
- In 2007 my 13-year-old son died. He had been sick for about 18 months with leukemia. Finding my feet again has been difficult, but I am learning to carry it with me. This blog is probably less than scintillating, but it has been therapeutic. If you are a grieving parent, you will find more use from the entries that begin in 2007, where I detailed my day to day struggle with grief that got me to where I am at this point. One thing I know - it is a neverending journey. Life is never the same. But that does not mean we cannot learn to make it good. I am trying and, most of the time, succeeding. I wish you well on your life's journey, wherever it may lead.
1 comments:
I love that prayer. Good for a nurse, and good for all of us. Mother's Day thoughts for you.
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