"This is my beloved Son. Listen to him."

This is My Son, listen to Him

Mark 9:2-10
Jesus took Peter, James, and John and led them up a high mountain apart by themselves. And he was transfigured before them, and his clothes became dazzling white, such as no fuller on earth could bleach them. Then Elijah appeared to them along with Moses, and they were conversing with Jesus. Then Peter said to Jesus in reply, "Rabbi, it is good that we are here!
Let us make three tents: one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah." He hardly knew what to say, they were so terrified. Then a cloud came, casting a shadow over them; from the cloud came a voice, "This is my beloved Son. Listen to him." Suddenly, looking around, they no longer saw anyone but Jesus alone with them.

As they were coming down from the mountain, he charged them not to relate what they had seen to anyone, except when the Son of Man had risen from the dead. So they kept the matter to themselves, questioning what rising from the dead meant.

"This is my beloved Son. Listen to him."

Lord,
I so want to listen to you. but I can't hear you. The pain in my heart is louder than your voice. I cannot focus here in this place. They moved you from the chapel to the sanctuary and I cannot be alone with you. All the noice is so distracting. The people who do not respect this sacred place are driving me crazy this morning.

Lord, I was up most of the night waithing until I could come here and be alone with you. My heart sank when I saw what they had done. Is it selfishness? I really don't think so.

Why is it so heart to hear you today? Lord, my heart feels vacant right now. I know you are still here but I don't feel your presence and that adds to the pain in my heart. B is ignoring me and now I feel it from you. I know it's not about the feelings but my heart aches so much.

I feel so alone. Lord, I know you felt alone and abandoned and last night I felt rejected. I know you felt rejected, Lord. I am not strong like you were. I am so weak.

Lord, help me to overcome this desolation. I know that is wrong,  I should embrace it the way you embraced your cross.

Please forgive me.