Feeling calmly helpless or pleasantly overwhelmed

My husband is awaiting a kidney transplant.

My best friend is awaiting back surgery to fix the fractures in her back that have been creating increasing pain.

My father has just had part of his left lung removed and been diagnosed with stage on small cell lung cancer.

Not to mention; an aunt recuperating from a broken leg, another good friend with COPD and other struggles, a new friend having a hip replaced, and several women in my circle of support moving, dealing with family issues, etc.

It some days seems as if the list is never ending.

I don’t know if I have ever felt more helpless and yet more calm at any time in my life.

Helpless because there is little I can physically do to make a difference. Sure, I can fix a meal or make a bed, go shopping or even feed the cat. But I can’t change what’s happening on my own.

Yet I am calm. I am at peace. I know the one thing I can do. I can pray. I can reach out to others to pray as well. And I am not biased, I take all kinds. In fact of the thousand plus that we know are praying, we know it’s already a diverse group. It includes several ordained priests and ministers from several different denominations, a rabbi, a few buddhists, a few muslims, a medicine man or two, and several pagans, witches, and druids. I realize that combination may bother some. It doesn’t bother me. They are all people who love me or my family and friends. Any gift of love at this moment brings me peace.

So, I’ll make the bed and feed the cat. I’ll “make groceries” as they say where I live and fix dinner. But I’ll also pass on the love to those who need it right now. And I’ll be with you all, praying too.