August 19, 1984
I've prayed for puppies who were sick,
For earaches, and for bills,
I've prayed for consolation,
Prayed for children's fevered chills,
Travailed in midnight hours
When all others took their sleep,
I've prayed for family members
Who were wayward or in need.
Prayed till morning's breaking
Brought sweet rest and needed peace,
Prayed for answers, and for rain,
Prayed for pain to ease,
Once in torment prayed five hours
Until the burden left,
I've prayed in Spirit and in words
I understood myself.
But this time I know not the how.
Travailing hasn't worked.
I'm tired. Confused. Resentful too.
But most of all, I HURT.
It is really hard to move on. I am protestant (Church of God)...My wife is Catholic...talk about a change. I go to her church, but take solace in that verse that says "Where there are two joined together in my name, there will I be also". So I believe that where ever I worship, it doesn't really matter as we are all different parts of the same body...the body of christ, and no part of that body is more or less important than the rest.
HK
Been there...done that, but if you leave for proper reasons God will give something better