Tuesday, October 4, 2011

Dearest God,

Sometimes I struggle when I write my letters to you. My words simply come from my own life experience, what I see, think, believe, and feel. Although it is your story coming alive in me, I recognize it is not everyone's experience. When I write about hope coming from heaven's home to me, I know there are those in horrible abusive situations who daily live in hopelessness. When I speak of light revealed in my darkness, I know there are many who still live in darkness and have no sense of light in their lives. When I am wrapped in your arms and I feel the profound warmth of your love, I know there are those for whom love is an unknown commodity. And so I wrestle.

I never want to convey the belief that I believe I am more special than anyone else. I believe eternity's gifts are for every person in the cosmos. I believe love gave birth to humanity and I believe it holds each person as if they are the only one. I believe you want peace for all, not just for some.

I feel extremely blessed with faith, the way I see and experience life. I know your presence deep inside myself. I witness it every day in one form or another. I know there is a spiritual reality that guides my thinking, shaping faith in me and I love it. Yet, why is my life so good when so many live in pain?

Guide me
toward truth,
Wise God;
show me
the way
to joy
for all.
Please open
the cosmos
to the greatness
of your love,
I pray.

Always, Andrea