No matter how many times it happens, loss is one thing that you never get used to. It is the one pain that I can feel and not have flow out of me into others. Truth be told, I had reached the point where I wanted nothing more than to go to my own final rest. I had seen too much, felt too much and lost too much.
I went to sleep in this mood one night, my prayer before I slept was that I would not wake in this world again. My Lord came to me that night.
“Eli, Eli, Eli, I know how you suffer each day and I suffer with you. That prayer though, that was an awful thing. This world is a gift from my Father.”
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