Yeaaaaa =)

LORD,
Make me an instrument of Your health:
where there is sickness,
let me bring cure;
where there is injury,
aid;
where there is suffering,
ease;
where there is sadness,
comfort;
where there is despair,
hope
where there is death,
acceptance and peace

GRANT that I may not:
so much seek to be justified,
as to console;
to be obeyed,
as to understand;
to be honored,
as to love...
for it is in giving ourselves
that we heal,
it is in listening
that we comfort,
and in dying
that we are born to eternal life.

(prayer of St. Francis)

It seems that I finally found words to go with my deepest desire. This prayer said so many years ago encompasses what rests in the deepest parts of me. To be an instrument of God's health...mmm i love it. I'm seeing how deep this desire goes in me each day I get to work with clients. Being in the therapy room isn't always easy or pleasant, but I wake up every day feeling so priveleged to be an instrument of God's health and to help bring shalom to a desperate people. Yeaaaaa....it's good. And it's peaceful. It's like a deep, fulfilling breath of air.

I guess that's really all I have to say about it. :)