God of all wisdom, when I can do nothing to heal or improve a regrettable stituation, comfort me with your simple presence.
I know your mind sees meaning where we may see only absurdity. Your compassion embraces pain where we may detect no relief or hope. Your creative imagination knows remedies and good prospects within this creation where we may only despair.
I turn to you when hope seems gone. Into your hands I commend my spirit.
Amen.
See also the previous Wild Reed posts:
• I Need Do Nothing
• Until the Light Returns
• Love Will Not Lose
• A Season of Listening
• Something We Dare Call Hope
• Active Waiting: A Radical Attitude Toward Life
• Thoughts on Waiting . . . and a Resolution
• Active Hope
• Gifts of Abundance
• Giving Thanks: A Spiritual Act of Trust
• Trust and Surrender
• As the Last Walls Dissolve . . . Everything Is Possible
• May Balance and Harmony Be Your Aim
• Prayer and the Experience of God in an Ever-Unfolding Universe
• Hope and Courage – Christmas 2024
Image: Isabel Garmon.
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