Saturday, June 25, 2011

Dearest God,

Every evening at bedtime Gabrielle, Sophie, and I read together from the new book, "Heaven is for Real." A true story about a three-year-old boy who visits heaven during a very critical surgery, we are learning about heaven from the perspective of a child. When I close the book and tell them goodnight, they beg me to read another chapter.

On occasion my two granddaughters and I discuss heaven and the afterlife. I talk about death and how we are still connected by faith. I once told them they could look up in the sky and see me dancing, sending love and faith their way. Sometimes they think I'm really crazy; yet, quietly they seem to accept that faith does not die but rather continues on a different level.

As I observe the tender roots of faith growing in these precious grandchildren, I marvel at the opportunities you give us grandparents to share with the next or next or next generation about faith. You open doors and windows to their fledgling spirits and then invite us to responsibly talk about a loving faith in God because of your love for us. Although I don't know exactly what all they are thinking, I am grateful they are pondering on thoughts about you.

Holy Father,
open us
to your
loving spirit.
Teach us
to trust you,
to consider
the benefits
of faith.
Help us grow
so that
we might add
more love
to the cosmos.
Show us
our responsibility
to offer
something good
to the world
around us,
I pray.

Love, Andrea