The Damsel hopes you’ll pardon a very personal post.
A well-known saying by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow goes, “Into each life some rain must fall,” and it’s raining over here at the cottage by the mountains.
Her grandson was born much too early. He was here for an hour or two and slipped back to heaven he so recently left, too sweet for this earth.
Rainy days like these require reaching out for the oldest skills Grandma ever taught–faith and prayer. Amidst all the talk of self-reliance, there comes a time when reliance on God is the only answer.
The Damsel’s favorite prayer she ever heard Grandma utter was “Make my back fit for my burdens.” God will do this, and he’ll even carry them. It’s easy to forget amidst the tears, but nevertheless it’s true. And it would be well for the Damsel to remember that tears are okay, too.
