Sometimes we are helpless in our circumstances. Tonight I’m writing about helplessness. I want to make an important distinction, however…because I am not writing about hopelessness. For me, they are different.
3. Impossible to control; involuntary
Tonight, certain situations come to mind. Some are very large. Some smaller. But, in the scheme of life experience, it all matters. With all of my heart, I lift up prayer for those in utterly impossible circumstances. On the east coast, a family has lost their eighteen year old daughter. Also…somewhere…a sister has lost her brother. A mother has lost her child. A child has lost his mother. And yet, every moment of every day, a new life comes to be. Birth does not, however, exclude the pain of loss. Grief is a huge reality. I pray for you all in your grief; for your loss… divorce, separation, abandonment, disloyalty, death, illness.
My mother sleeps in a long term care facility room and I wonder how she is sleeping and try to remember her laughter. I want to pull her blankets around her. I do not know and can not know her thoughts. She can not communicate any more about the things that hurt her. I feel helpless. I have to trust in the love of her care givers. I pray for all of those who have family members suffering dementia, loss of memory, loneliness or depression, ill health.
Today it was reported that a baby was left as sewage and then miraculously saved when “a tenant heard the baby’s sounds in the public restroom of a residential building in Zhejiang province in eastern China.” This and many atrocities against the innocent come to mind and I feel helpless. Most days it feels like it is not enough to be appalled. I pray for the unborn…and for children…that they are protected, sheltered, fed and loved.
I found a wee nestling when I arrived home yesterday, Mr. and Mrs. flying urgently about, helpless to aid the still-breathing moving bird. I slipped it cautiously back up into its nest and reinforced the broken vent. Assistance was generously given by Peter and Rick. Taking action minimized my feeling of helplessness. But, today it is quiet at the nest…Mr., as though by instinct, returning again and again, to look in. Helpless.
New International Version
29 Are not two sparrows sold for a penny? Yet not one of them will fall to the ground outside your Father’s care.[a] 30 And even the very hairs of your head are all numbered. 31 So don’t be afraid; you are worth more than many sparrows.
We live in a big world full of remarkable circumstances and moments that change us forever. Some of these moments can only be described as miraculous and others, on the flip side, devastating. We are very fragile beings, each one unique and irreplaceable. Love hugely and in the deepest sense. And when you feel helpless, pray.