O Great Spirit of our Ancestors, we raise the pipe to you, to your messengers the four winds, and to Mother Earth who provides for your children. Give us the wisdom to teach our children to love, to respect, to be kind to each other so that they may grow with peace in mind. Let us learn to share all the good things that you provide for us on this Earth.
In my darkest hour I felt like I would have to crawl to church that’s how low I was. Even through all of my grief, pain and feelings of having absolutely no one to turn to I knew I had to cling to The Lord. I had to be where I could possibly feel some comfort to go on. I found that comfort in His Presence. Once I felt His Presence I could not be without it. I cried out to God on my knees sobbing begging Him to never let His Presence leave me. I couldn’t understand it then but I cried often when I would feel His Presence because it was doing something on the inside of me.
Holy One, you do not distance yourself from the pain of your people, but in Jesus bear that pain with us and bless all who suffer at others’ hands. Hallow my flesh and all creation; with your cleansing love bring me healing and strength; and by your justice, lift me up, that in the body you have given me, I may again rejoice. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.
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