It was a great shock and loss for our grandparents when our parents died. So much more than we children could ever understand.
We were children.
In 1980 I stayed with my Grandma G. in Chicago when my sister Cindy got married.
Grandma shared with me that she had lost her faith and had been angry at God after our parents died. But she said that her faith had been restored since the Pope had visited Chicago in 1979.
She was not a Catholic.
Pope John Paul II's visit, however, gave her hope, healed her heart, and helped her go on.
I am thankful that his presence and words meant so much to her.
God of our life, there are days when the burdens we carry chafe our shoulders and weigh us down; when the road seems dreary and endless, the skies grey and threatening; when our lives have no music in them, and our hearts are lonely, and our souls have lost their courage. Flood the path with light, run our eyes to where the skies are full of promise; tune our hearts to brave music; give us the sense of comradeship with heroes and saints of every age; and so quicken our spirits that we may be able to encourage the souls of all who journey with us on the road of life, to Your honour and glory.
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For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor things present, nor things to come, nor powers,
nor height, nor depth, nor any other created thing, will be able to separate us from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus our Lord.
Encourage one another,