Do You Trust Me?

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The last week has been particularly difficult for some reason.  It’s like I’m back to square one and it’s mid-February instead of mid-April.  The tears come with the tiniest memory or from no provocation at all.  I don’t know if it’s because I’ve been working really hard the last couple weeks to keep up with a course I started three weeks ago and am feeling overwhelmed from doing too much too soon, or the wear and tear of taking care of a sick baby, or a combination with different little things that just add up after a while, including preparing for Catherine’s birthday party.

All I know for a fact is that this afternoon was NOT pretty.   I was in the middle of making a bed and trying to pray about going to Reconciliation tomorrow, but like all my prayers these days, they turned to outbursts of anger and desperation.  I found myself begging God to just let me know that Bernadette was happy, among other things.   At one tiny point I heard this faint voice ask, “Don’t you trust Me?” and I immediately responded without hesitation, “NO!  You took Bernadette from us, how am I suppose to trust You???”  Then I burst into tears yet again and just held my eyes hard.  When I finally stopped to take a breath I pulled the Kleenex away from my eyes, caught my reflection in the mirror and almost screamed in fright.  I looked positively possessed!  My eyes were pitch red (like the way they do it on TV to indicate that someone isn’t human or they’re completely taken over by an alien being) and the bottom lids were turned outward probably from the force of pushing on them.  It scared me.  It also brought me back to reality in a hurry.   For the rest of the afternoon I realized that my trust has been shaken.  It was always so easy to trust in God when things were going good or even not so good, but now with everything on the line I have to seriously ask myself, “Do I truly believe or not?  If the answer is yes then I should know the answer to my desperate prayer.  Of course Bernadette is okay!  Why would she not be?

Then tonight at Mass our pastor was talking about the bottom line being believing that Jesus is our Lord and Saviour.   He said that it’s not that we don’t believe Jesus is our Lord and Saviour, the question is ‘to what degree do we believe’?  What!  Was he a fly on the wall in my bedroom this afternoon????  I’m not proud of my lack of faith or my struggle to believe in His love for me right now, but I also feel helpless to be any different.  It’s like being in the middle of the ocean without so much as a life preserver.  It’s so easy to grow weak and go under on a regular basis and the only drive to return to the surface for air is the basic instinct to survive.   After Father’s homily I did feel a little bit of relief though knowing that I’m not totally lost, I just lost sight of the goal and truth for a time.  I allowed my focus to shift ever so slightly day by day until the truth was out of my direct vision.  So much so in fact that for a brief moment, in the mirror it was like I saw the Devil looking back at me.   So this is what it looks like when I give the enemy the upper hand, huh.  Don’t know as I want to make that mistake again if I can help it!  All I can say is I’m thankful for tonight’s life preserver and I hope I don’t let go of it any time soon.

In our house we have certain buzz words that trigger movie quotes and one is the word ‘believe’ and it triggers the quote from the live action Peter Pan movie a few years back, “I do, I do, I do believe in fairies.  I do, I do, I do believe in fairies. . . . . . .” repeated over and over by most of the characters until Tinker Bell recovers and is filled with life again.  Well I think I need to change the quote to “I do, I do, I do believe in Jesus” and repeat it over and over with every breath and every arm stroke until I’m once again on dry ground.  And that may take a really long time, and that’s okay, just as long as I find myself on the shores of “Aslan’s Country”  when I do set foot on dry land again.  Now how is that for combining movie images!!!  I just hope too that the ocean I’m lost in is in fact His “ocean of mercy” because I really really really need it to be.

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“Lord I do believe, help my unbelief!” Oh dear Patti so many times I have wanted to write or call with so many thoughts and yet seem so lost for any kind of words for what you are going through. I do pray for you every day. At the moment you are in the firey furnace of grief and loss and I can only pray for you that Shadrach. Meeshac , Abendgo and the Angel are there with you to praise God when you cannot ,and to help keep the flames from engulfing you. Some days your only prayer may be your tears. That too can be a prayer for all parents who have lost a little one. Perhaps every tear that has ever been truly shed forms part of that vast ocean of Mercy that Jesus continues to pour out upon us. God bless you Patti, Marc, and family.


By Sarah Lenarduzzi
Patti, I don’t think I could hold the weight of the grief in losing a child even for one moment and you’ve done it for ten weeks…I don’t understand why you’ve had to suffer such an enormous loss…it’s so hard to know why. I wish I could help you feel better. Know that you are in my prayers.


By Suzanne Empey
Love and prayers to you Patti. I want you to know that your honesty and sharing are helping and comforting others. I have a friend who just lost her husband and you echo her thoughts which helps her to know she is not alone and should not feel guilty for her tears and sorrow.


By Danielle O’Neill
Patti, I just prayed for a word of comfort for you, and got Wisdom 22 “For every way O Yahweh, you magnified and glorified your people, unfailing you stood by them in every time and circumstance.” I’m sure His ocean of mercy will surround you in every moment of your need. Many blessings and prayers coming your way. Love Dani


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