Prayers for MamaB from our house. We're here for you.
There are many ways to suffer, and I feel all of them in this firestorm of sadness. It robs my sleep, saps my strength, and changes me so much I hardly recognize myself.
Ease my misery, Lord. Clear my mind as though washing streaks from a window. Hold me when I cry; send others to hold me, too. Remind me that this is temporay.