Wednesday, October 6, 2010

My dearest God,

When I got the call, my heart swelled with love for you! My daughter called to tell me about an attack on a student in her school and she asked me to pray. My husband and I stopped what we were doing and prayed for the boy in intensive care. We lifted up his family, the school, and all who were effected by this horrendous crime. And we gave thanks for my oldest child.

The older I become, the more you show me the awesome value of remembering your mighty works and giving thanks. I understand why the psalmist said to tell of your wondrous deeds. When I look back and reflect upon the ways in which life unfolded around me, I can see how you were woven through events.

One of the countless life lessons you have taught me is that faith opens doors to the soul that is enabled to see and hear what is impossible without it. I realize that I can celebrate an overcoming of a difficult situation but when I look at the same set of circumstances through faith I am able to see the glorious activity of your spirit and my joy actually increases.

As I reflect upon my daughter and her care for this boy as the back up nurse and secretary of the school, our renewed relationship after 13 long, painful years, and the way by prayer you are bringing people together to help this child, I am lead to believe you are indeed the God of miracles. As I think back upon many of my own, I pray for a miracle for Corey.

Let your
grace flow
into the world,
O God;
make it real
to those
who do not
know you.
Pour out
your healing power
upon Corey;
take him
into your arms
and soothe
his broken body.
Let love
and mercy
restore him,
I pray,
God of Many Miracles.

Love, Andrea