tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170815.post1896891285792438602..comments2023-09-22T06:56:46.508-05:00Comments on Adoro te Devote: Clutching at Straws...and Still FallingAdorohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02853244433854822731noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170815.post-52445971594942731972008-03-12T14:56:00.000-05:002008-03-12T14:56:00.000-05:00Grief--if it does not find expression, it hangs ar...Grief--if it does not find expression, it hangs around with us, and like water from a stream--if it is blocked it searches for a different path--if it backs up into our life--it can drown us--excellent post adoro.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170815.post-38545934620589732392008-03-11T22:25:00.000-05:002008-03-11T22:25:00.000-05:00Thank you for your comments, everyone. I don't kno...Thank you for your comments, everyone. I don't know why I had such a hard time putting this post out there, but your response has been of great comfort to me.<BR/><BR/>God bless you all.Adorohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02853244433854822731noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170815.post-66028655844517833692008-03-11T11:48:00.000-05:002008-03-11T11:48:00.000-05:00There is much that is familiar in what you write; ...There is much that is familiar in what you write; do we not at times serve as mirrors, in in suffering, see our suffering Savior, who wills us to be united to Him?<BR/><BR/>My mother died 41 years ago, and that grief has been tranformed from an ugly cancer to a comforting friend; unchanged and unchanging in essence, only the reception changes. <BR/><BR/><I>Welcome, grief old friend. <BR/>Show me the wound that pierced the heart of the Mother of God. <BR/>Oh gentle agony born for us who would not, <BR/>Teach us, we beg you.</I>Markhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02261197566240560777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170815.post-11702422547428304032008-03-11T06:21:00.000-05:002008-03-11T06:21:00.000-05:00again and again and againi'm working at recalling ...again and again and again<BR/><BR/>i'm working at recalling the past which seems to have left me - my wife says it seems at times there are parts of me missing, of which she's never heard or i never recalluncle jimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01879341171634900790noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170815.post-66383314469904145302008-03-11T04:02:00.000-05:002008-03-11T04:02:00.000-05:00Adoro: Thanks for sharing; your honesty and depth ...Adoro: Thanks for sharing; your honesty and depth are a reflection of God's grace and your own spiritual growth.Laurelhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14400953511668026361noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170815.post-42499531247794324112008-03-10T19:35:00.000-05:002008-03-10T19:35:00.000-05:00Adoro: Beautiful stories lately, my friend.Adoro: Beautiful stories lately, my friend.Cathy_of_Alexhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16795566831031491371noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15170815.post-13892826371715415732008-03-10T18:33:00.000-05:002008-03-10T18:33:00.000-05:00Painful reading, Adoro, and yet liberating in its ...Painful reading, Adoro, and yet liberating in its willingness to speak the truth. We live in a sea of pain, don't we, so hurt, so hurting. God bless you, is all I can say. He is good.Fr John Speekmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05608397414319202513noreply@blogger.com