Friday, April 30, 2010

My dearest God,

As I awakened this morning I was thinking about the dry, dusty cracked earth in parts of the world where people suffer daily. I thought of people forgotten by those who have so much. I reflected upon the lives of millions who are starving, who feel forsaken, and who have been left to die in regions where there are little or no resources.

I do not want to forget these men, women and children. I do not want to forget their plight. I do not want to forsake them. I want to do my part.

Teach me,
O Lord,
to love
my forgotten
brothers and sisters.
Teach me
to give
more lavishly,
more sacrificially.
Retool my hands
for service,
for love,
for compassion
and mercy,
I pray.

Love, Andrea