During the national focus on Hurricane Milton, two strong prayers were repeated as a call for love, mercy, and healing. Mercifully, the hurricane dropped from a category 5 to a 3 and eventually a 1 with far fewer lost lives than in Hurricane Helene a only a few weeks prior. There was a sigh of relief: we expected far worse.
Yet, there have been "after waves" of cries for healing. Mercy always brings a desire for healing. Always. We are thirsty for healing and mercy is only the first quencher of sorrow. Once we feel that powerful hope of being fully quenched, we want so much more.
Like swirling sorrow, there remained unresolved issues that popped up from the collective subconscious. These issues beg for mercy and healing. Issues such as frustration with the human experience; especially mentally illness. Fear that prayer will be subjugated to the ways of Christian Nationalists. Insecurity that we won't be able to minister to those in need because we are unconventional. Anger that the feminine quality of nature would be pounded out of existence. These are heavy, heavy burdens to carry alone. We beg for healing while not yet able to love; nor ready to be loved.
