Please pray for us.
We are standing at the edge of something I don’t have words big enough to hold. The doctors are gentle now. The conversations are quieter. Every hour feels heavier than the last. It seems like we are preparing for what may be my husband’s final days, and my heart is breaking in slow, relentless pieces.
We are holding tightly to our Catholic faith right now; clinging to it, really. Praying for a miracle, even as we whisper prayers for peace. Asking God to heal him if it is His will, or to mercifully end his pain if healing is not meant for this side of heaven. I don’t know how to ask for both and still trust, but I do.
Please pray that he feels no fear, no suffering. Pray that he knows how deeply he is loved. Pray that when God calls him home, his soul is welcomed into heaven, whole and free, and that one day he will watch over our family from there.
I am carrying our unborn daughter, and my heart aches in a way I can’t explain. I had hoped , believed , he would be here to hold her, to see her face, to hear her cry. Please pray that she will always know her father through stories, through love, through the way he watches over her from heaven.
Pray for me to endure this moment by moment, breath by breath. Pray for our family as we walk through something no one is ever prepared for. We need every prayer, every ounce of mercy, every flicker of hope right now.
We are holding tightly to our Catholic faith right now; clinging to it, really. Praying for a miracle, even as we whisper prayers for peace. Asking God to heal him if it is His will, or to mercifully end his pain if healing is not meant for this side of heaven. I don’t know how to ask for both and still trust, but I do.
Please pray that he feels no fear, no suffering. Pray that he knows how deeply he is loved. Pray that when God calls him home, his soul is welcomed into heaven, whole and free, and that one day he will watch over our family from there.
I am carrying our unborn daughter, and my heart aches in a way I can’t explain. I had hoped , believed , he would be here to hold her, to see her face, to hear her cry. Please pray that she will always know her father through stories, through love, through the way he watches over her from heaven.
Pray for me to endure this moment by moment, breath by breath. Pray for our family as we walk through something no one is ever prepared for. We need every prayer, every ounce of mercy, every flicker of hope right now.
22-25, F
