Sorrowful Mysteries - The Agony in the Garden

Heavenly Father, as in Jesus' example, we all have to walk in our garden of Gethseamni. How great is the anguish of these moments, knowing what is eventually to be for a life we so love. It is not so much the end of the journey that is so excruciatingly painful, but the path to that end, which overflows our eyes with tears and leaves us so "sorrowful unto death." 

The weight of the burden crushes us down, Father. Humbling us ever more in our weakness is our individual aloneless in addressing the thoughts, the memories and the feelings we have recorded in our minds. The intensity of the internal pain causes us to cry out to you, "Abba, our Father, our Creator, release us!".

Yet, knowing we are grapes in your press; we are separated as wheat from chaff; we are tried and tested in the fire of your perfect love; we must submit our pitiful offering of our suffering, and let go....so "Thy will be done."

Father, I pray that just as You sent an angel into that Garden to comfort and support our Lord, that You send this special angel to all those suffering souls reading this now, to minister their needs, quell the fears in their beating hearts, quench the smouldering memories which the breath of a thought ignites. Strengthen them, with the grace of the Holy Spirit, to continue on this rocky path in faith, hope and love of You, and complete trust in Your divine mercy!  I ask this, Father, in Jesus' name. Amen.