Monday, 14 January 2008

Thy Will Be Done

On the eve of my long-awaited consultation to discuss withdrawal from some of my atrocious psychiatric meds, this song has come from nowhere and been playing over and over in my head.



And watching the clip, I think I understand why. Sometimes you just have to pray. And it is a very beautiful, soothing and peaceful song. I hope it stays in my head a while longer.

3 comments:

talj said...

I hope you got on well and that you're having a good week {{{HUGS}}}

3 years ago I would have called myself a Christian, then suddenly at the age of 30 I was robbed of the man I thought I would spend the rest of my life with. Since then I have had one health problem after another as well many other issues. I can't find the strength to pray to 'something' that appears to have abandoned me just when I needed it the most. My apologies to any Christians who read this.

I hope the song stayed with you and brought you a little peace {{HUGS}}

seahorse said...

Talj the song did stay with me, and it does bring peace. No one is going to be offended, Christian or not, by your words.
You've been through a terrible time and at the moment things don't seem to be easing. I don't presume to know your feelings inside out, but I do know what it feels like to be tested beyond your limits, to feel lost and utterly despairing.
The passage of time alone ensures that the most painful, darkest hours will recede.
And as time passes, we somehow get our heads around the worst that life throws at us, even if it keeps on coming.
You don't have to be strong. Just know that even as you curl up and feel bleak, better times are ahead. And as I'm sure you know, sometimes things being even just a little bit better is enough. Not brilliant, just a bit better. Better than now.

talj said...

You are so right! There have been many times this past 3 years when I have being living hour by hour, when a smile from a friend or a thoughtful email from a 'blogpal' has picked me up and helped me carry on. As I plough throw the tough times I an lifted by the little things, infact the little things become the big things...a bad visit to the doctors can be cheered by the kindness of a stranger holding the door for me...something so simple yet important to me.

Anyway I may be rambling! Have a lovely weekend {{{HUGS}}} xx