I find myself in another season of wordless prayers.
In part, it’s a function of all the reminders leading up to and surrounding the anniversary of Dominic’s death and funeral.
I think I’m also just tired.
That’s something that surprises me again and again-that life after loss keeps coming at me and keeps demanding energy I really don’t have.
This earthly tent is absolutely fading. I feel it every single day.❤
So often we think of prayer as words.
But prayer can be a heart cry too deep for words.
It can be a groaning soul, longing for release.
Read the rest here: Persistent Longing, Persistent Prayer