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Sunday prayers Feb 21, 20021
Sunday Prayers, February 21st, 2021
Dear God,
Help me to stop feeling like everything is a test. A test of my compassion. A test of my fortitude. A test of my faith. Help me remember that I am not being graded. I am being guided. Guided to see that maybe I have a greater capacity to be ok when everything is horrible than I thought I did, but that it is not limitless, and it does not need to be.
Help us manage our compassion fatigue and the judgement we feel toward ourselves for having it. If you did not create our psyches to be able to withstand and respond to every tragedy and hardship happening to human beings right now, then nudge us to respond when it is our turn, and be gentle with ourselves when it’s not.
Help us know when our work is done. Help us rest when we should. Help us reach out to serve when we can. Help us remember to check on our strong friends. Help us be kinder toward those who can’t do as much as we can. Help us do the next right thing. And Lord, help us not forget the ice cream when we go to the grocery store next.
Amen.
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We are retired and have a more than adequate income and we're as well as a couple of old farts can be and our kids are well and everybody around here distances and masks up and we live in a northern state where we can cope with any weather but tornadoes (and we have) and my husband will have his second covid vaccine this week and I have an appointment for my first one---AND it's a beautiful sunny day. AND I can't stop feeling sorry for myself because I haven't seen our little grandchildren for a year and haven't been able to see our friends in person since fall and because my knee hurts. Help. And thank you, Nadia, for the reminder that there is such a thing as compassion fatigue and that much to my amazement, I'm a human being with limits.
50 copper half inches on their way tomorrow