Tuesday, March 31, 2026

Dear God,

Yesterday as I stepped out of Wal-Mart, my eyes were drawn upward to a scene that stopped me in my tracks.  The sky looked as if a hand had punched holes in the thick cloud cover.  In every hole the sun's rays leaned down to kiss the earth.  I breathed in the reality that you carve out holes in the dark clouds of our souls allowing your light to shine upon us.  I breathed out a deep sigh and a prayer of thanksgiving.

I am never surprised by the messages, the lessons and the truth that are revealed in ordinary days.  I am always inspired by the countless ways you speak to us when we pay attention.  A simple trip for groceries reminded me you are always at work in human lives.  To stand and revel, give thanks and smile started my day with gratitude.

Holy God,

thank you

for leaning down

and touching

our lives.

Thank you

for the reminder

that faith

is a

living faith

when we anticipate

your coming

into our

ordinary days.

Thank you

for dark clouds,

unexpected openings

and light rays.

Yours, Andrea

Monday, March 30, 2026

Dear God,

We cannot hide the truth from others or from ourselves.  The truth must always be set free and in so doing we will find freedom as well.

Our president hides the truth.  He creates chaos to hide the truth.  What is the truth?  Millions are hurting by his egotistical decisions.  The Epstein files hold unconscionable truth.  The victims are forced to carry their suffering because one man and many more want to hide the truth.

At the same time we look at others despicable ways of hiding truth, we must also look inside our own souls.  What truth needs to be revealed?  What suffering am I enduring?  What must I do to release the truth in my own life?

Our world needs to be set free from lies.  And so do we.

Reveal your truth,

O God;

release us 

from all

that hides

the truth.

Show us

the way

to the truth

that sets us free.

We desire

the truth

not just

for some

but for all.

Please set us free.

Yours, Andrea

Sunday, March 29, 2026

Dear God,

We protested yesterday.  We protested injustice, war, lies, inhumanity and abuse of all kinds.  We stood together, felt united and even said at one point, I love you to one another.  We are committed to caring for all our neighbors near and far.  We are all beloved children, even those we don't like but still regard as valued human beings on the planet.

When we sang resistance songs, we were one voice.  How could we be anything but?  It was our way of saying I love you to the world.  I like to think you were roaming the grounds with us, Living God.

Continue to

teach us

your way,

dear God.

Help us

not slip

onto the

dark abyss

afraid, angry

and committed

to violence. 

Always show us

the better way.

Yours, Andrea

Saturday, March 28, 2026

Dear God,

When troubles come, I often grab for the psalms.  There I find understanding, peace and hope.  In those moments I know we know the same hope and peace.  Reading it over and over I breathe easier, trust more and let faith blossom.

The deeper in pain I am, the more I ask the question. "Why are you so good to me?"  I feel so blessed, inspired and loved.  I feel your compassionate comfort like a crying child who is picked up from the ground and held safely in a parent's arms.

This is who you are, dear God.  Your love for all your people is the same, those who lived so long ago and those who live now.  It will be no different a hundred years from now.  Your love will still extend, hold and love.

Thank you,

Gracious God,

for the psalms

that lead us

to you.

Thank you too

for your

amazing love

that has 

no beginning

and no end.

It has

always existed.

Thank you

for the reminder

for all

of us.

Love, Andrea 

Friday, March 27, 2026

Dear God,

Yesterday I thought of my grandmother's hands.  In her later years her hands were arthritic with age spots.  Her veins seemed bulging and the back of her hands looked like a road map.  But they were above all the most loving hands in all the world!

Grandma's hands baked the best pies, played card games with us grandchildren and grew the largest, most beautiful vegetables and flowers in the garden.  Her hands played the piano for 60 years at church.  At bedtime she knelt down on the hardwood floor, put her hands together and prayed for every member of the family.  Those hands tended to every scrape, wound and hurt for the whole community of 500 in her teeny town.  Her hands always led me to you.

As I look now at my own hands, my veins bulge too.  I can only pray that my hands have not only been useful but inspiring too just like Grandma's.

Loving Father,

thank you

for my 

godly grandmother.

Thank you

for every time

her hands,

her life

and her example

directed me

to you.

May my hands

lead others

to you also.

Love, Andrea

Thursday, March 26, 2026

Dear God,

I want to sing a song of hope to and for the world.  I want those who live near and far away to know that an ordinary woman from Indiana wants to sing to them.  Not from the top or the place of privilege but from a place of sorrow, pain and fear.  I want to give comfort, assurance and peace.  

I have to crawl out from under my own humiliation, rage and shame caused by the president of my own country.  An egomaniac with vast needs to dominate, a man without compassion and a perpetrator of terror seeks to hurt and harm wherever he desires.  It is hard for me to breathe let alone sing.  Yet, in my deepest self, I want to create music that can heal, bless and inspire, music that will cradle hurting peoples.  I want to soothe, calm and love where there is pain.

I don't know how spiritual love travels, penetrates and helps; I just know it can.  I have believed for a long time now that ancient prayers from long ago still touch human souls today.  I don't know how; I just know they do.  Perhaps music from a deep, honest, hopeful place can do the same.

Unite us

in your song,

Merciful God.

Sing to us

so we

can sing

to one another.

Rid us

of evil 

and derision.

Give us

a song

that will

lift us

higher and higher.

Love, Andrea

Tuesday, March 24, 2026

Dear God,

Beginning the day with a spoken trust in you changes everything.  When I fail to acknowledge you in my life and in the world, I struggle alone.  So simple to start the day the better way.

When troubles come, when overwhelmed by national and international events, I can hardly carry the burden I feel.  I was born with a caring DNA.  I cannot erase it from my human makeup.  I feel for people.  When I witness suffering to whomever for whatever, I feel it deep within.  The truth is I cannot carry it alone.  But together with you, I can go through my daily living with trust, prayer, compassion, hope and action.  I can face the sorrow and loss, the injustice and ragged pain and do what I am called to do, to love, to act on behalf of others and to live with hope and even a sense of peace.  I can believe, sing my own song of faith and walk with those suffering souls.  It is never easy but always better when I walk with you.

Take my hand,

all our hands

and lead us

to a 

better world,

O God.

For it is

what you want

for all

your children.

Lift us up

to you

where our burdens

are lighter

and our 

strength is

deeper and wider.

Thank you.

Love, Andrea