I’m trying hard—really, really hard—to faithfully process everything I’ve seen and heard this week.
I’m not there yet.
Not even at a point where I can write about it, which is how I usually process things.
Right now, I have no words.
All I can do is pray the Word*.
Lord, have mercy…
I lie at night in the midst of dragons,
fears that seek to overpower me;
they rise up to taunt me.
Silent and still… my anguish [increases];
my distress [grows] worse.
Hear my groanings which cannot be uttered, Sacred Presence,
my sighs too deep for words.
Lord, have mercy…
My weary spirit, my bruised heart, my wounded soul
cry out to you without ceasing, Holy One.
Count up my sorrows, collect the tears that
flow in lament, frustration, disappointment, anger, fear.
Hide me in the shadow of your wings,
protect, heal and save me.
Lift me out of the pit, set my feet on the Rock.
Into your hands I commit my spirit…
I commend my soul.
Lord, have mercy.
*All italicized words and phrases are from various translations and versions of the scriptures. If you’d like an annotated version with the references, let me know; I’m happy to send you one.