Abide with Me: A Prayer for Strength and Support

As the shadows lengthen and the darkness of uncertainty deepens around me, I find myself crying out, "Abide with me." These words, echoing through centuries of faith, resonate deeply within my soul as I face the challenges before me.

In this moment of vulnerability, I'm reminded that even the strongest rocks are shaped by the relentless waves of time and trial. As I strive to be the unwavering support that Tim needs in his battle with PNES, I realize that my own strength comes not from within, but from a higher source.

The hymn's plea for divine presence in times of distress speaks to my heart:

"When other helpers fail and comforts flee,

Help of the helpless, O abide with me."

These words remind me that in my role as Tim's rock, I too need a foundation—one that doesn't crumble under the weight of fear and exhaustion.

As I witness Tim's struggle with PNES, I'm acutely aware of the fragility of life and the swift passage of time. The hymn's verse resonates profoundly:

"Swift to its close ebbs out life's little day;

Earth's joys grow dim; its glories pass away;

Change and decay in all around I see;"

Yet, in the face of this constant change, I find solace in the unchanging nature of love and compassion. Just as the hymn speaks of a God who "changest not," I strive to be a constant source of support for Tim, unwavering in my care and understanding.

In the quiet moments when doubt creeps in, I draw strength from the hymn's assurance:

"I fear no foe, with Thee at hand to bless;

Ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness."

I pray for the courage to face each day with renewed hope, to be the steady hand and calm voice that Tim needs. May I be granted the wisdom to know when to be strong and when to allow vulnerability, understanding that true strength often lies in the ability to be both rock and river—solid in support yet fluid in adapting to the ever-changing landscape of Tim's condition.

As I continue this journey, I hold onto the promise of enduring presence and support. In the darkest hours, when PNES casts its longest shadows, may I remember that I am not alone in this vigil. With each breath, with each moment of doubt and triumph, I whisper, "Abide with me," finding in those words the strength to be the rock that Tim needs, today and always.