Monday, May 2, 2011

Dear God,

In the midst of the death of her grandfather, the difficult illness of her only child, and a troubled marriage, she spoke of faith as the source of her every day joy. It is God who helps me she said.

I remember her struggle with you. I remember her rebellion, her depression, sadness, and despair. I remember her losses, too many for a woman so young, and her grief. At the same time I remember her pilgrimage to today's faith.

I don't know whether sorrow brings out faith or whether faith leads us to sorrow. I just know that faith forged out of sorrow brings more faith, peace, hope, and joy. I have seen it happen again and again. It is sweet, miraculous, I think.

I called my friend today because we hadn't talked in a long time. I listened to her as she opened up with joy about her faith and trust in you. I heard no conditions put on her child's illness, on her marriage, or anything else as a condition for faith. I simply heard trust in her voice.

We laughed several times. I have learned that that is what faith does for us, gives us the ability to laugh, to hope, to enjoy life, to trust in you, and to find value in daily living. Our conversation was a testimony to our faith in you, our trust in your guidance and love, and our desire to live a life bearing your name.

O God,
our Gracious Heavenly Parent,
we sit
at your feet,
counting our blessings.
The number
is infinite;
we cannot count
them all.
Our hearts swell
as we think
about you
and your grace,
your wisdom,
help, and generosity.
Give us,
we pray,
the ability
to praise you
all day long,
every day,
even into eternity.

Love, Andrea