tears, prayers
Dec. 14th, 2020 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lauradi7dwIn 2007, more or less, there was a lot of crying. Private thing, not relevant to this except that I ended up feeling that I wasn't going to waste time and body fluids like that any more. And I haven't. I tear up from time at sentimental movies/songs/people's problems, but no big cries. I have only thus far misted about my father. We'll see how I do this afternoon when it's cremation time. But I had instant tears (not weeping) this morning upon seeing Rabbi Emily Cohen's retweet of the already famous photo of the first person in New York (a critical care nurse)getting the vaccine, over which she put the shehecheyanu. I'm not Jewish but have been in the neighborhood for decades, both in terms of culture and mild studies. Such praying as I do is usually just thanks for food and a few ritualistic memorized things, but this hit me hard as the exact right response. The version she used was rather different than what I was taught (in Hebrew and in English), and I like it better:
Blessed are You, Spirit of the Universe, who has enlivened us, and raised us up, and brought us to arrive at this very time.
I'm tearing up again just typing it.
A number of people in the last week have told us they're praying for us. I always say thank you (this is the South - when people on parting say "Have a blessed day," usually not people I know, I thank them too). Mostly I have no idea what their prayers involved, but their minister was very specific in praying that the doctors would find the right combination of antibiotics. Makes more sense than whatever general faith healing means to some people, but I don't believe in a micromanaging deity. I don't know if my mother does, and it's such a personal thing I'm not going to ask.
Blessed are You, Spirit of the Universe, who has enlivened us, and raised us up, and brought us to arrive at this very time.
I'm tearing up again just typing it.
A number of people in the last week have told us they're praying for us. I always say thank you (this is the South - when people on parting say "Have a blessed day," usually not people I know, I thank them too). Mostly I have no idea what their prayers involved, but their minister was very specific in praying that the doctors would find the right combination of antibiotics. Makes more sense than whatever general faith healing means to some people, but I don't believe in a micromanaging deity. I don't know if my mother does, and it's such a personal thing I'm not going to ask.
