Sunday, May 3, 2009

Dearest God,

In the face of the saints I crumble and fall before God. My dear friends in Christ sat in the pew to worship. Having served in the trenches for more than 60 years their faithfulness touches me every Sunday. There is always a glow in the pew.

I hated sharing my sad news with them. I knew they would be sad and disappointed. I knew she would cry and her tears would bring tears to me. And so we wept together. But he hugged me, offering me God's blessing and direction in this time of my life.

Vulnerability places everyone at your feet. When my soul is bared before all, there is no better place in which to scramble. I close my eyes and pray for your guidance and strength.

I cry out
to you,
Heavenly Father.
I long
for your strength
and courage.
I reach out
and am
never disappointed
when you
reach back.
May this
open soul
of mine
find rest
in your arms.

In gratitude, Andrea