Father God, Owner of the Key to all Mysteries,
With honour and praise, I sit quietly before you today.
I come not in the usual turmoil and rush, but with a spirit of bewilderment and pain.
You are so awesome and holy.
Your hand of grace and mercy extends far beyond the limits of our imagination.
You stand for mercy when justice cries out to win.
You fight the battles others have long since given up to the enemy.
You continue to create, even when creation turns away.
I know this and yet today in pain I am blind.
I wonder about your children; those who suffer with the ravages that surround and envelope.
A child of yours is a rest, yet I struggle for home of things to come.
Her life was far too short, cut off by enemies seen, unseen, known, and unknown.
Her passing opens a void that only you can fill; yet, I struggle to let you in.
I wonder aimlessly, screaming at the wind, and there is only silence.
I try to walk but the numbness holds me back.
Why dear father do we wait in this pain.
Why do waves overwhelm, and storms prevail.
There is only darkness and stabbing pain.
I hear your gentle voice.
I sense your quiet presence.
I feel your soothing touch.
I know you welcome me – anytime, but especially now.
I sit quietly, honoured by your Spirit and invitation.
You deserve all the praise and glory.
You are the fresh breeze and hope for things to come.
Thank you Father for holding the mysteries.
Thank you Father for being what you are.
Thank you Father God.