O God,
Father of the fatherless,
As lovingly mindful of each son and daughter as our own nursing mothers:
Enfold Your bereft children in Your own ineffable, unfailing love;
Console Your desolate chicks with Your sheltering wing;
Guide Your lost sheep with generous wisdom;
Carry the wounded and weary lambs in Your arms;
Abundantly provide daily bread for Your little ones;
Defend your cubs with loyal strength;
Apprehend the wanderers and bring them home to Yourself;
Nurture, cultivate, and celebrate every green sprout of virtue, worship, obedience, and calling;
Sing Your delight as our lullaby;
Establish broken hearts in the sustaining hope of restoration,
Until our Homegoing or our Lord's return.
Amen.
Thank you for this, Christina. Sitting with it for a bit. Praying for you, friend 🩷
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DeleteI buried my father on July 20. Thank you so much for this heartfelt prayer.
ReplyDeleteThat is such a raw wound. My heart goes out to you. May the Lord make His nearness stunningly known to you and yours. He will not leave you or forsake you. I’m very sorry for your loss, friend.
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