Saturday, October 6, 2012

Dearest God,

When I picked up the phone all I could hear was sobbing.  As fear shot through me, I tuned myself to my daughter's voice trying to pick up pieces of what she was trying to say through her tears.  What I could make out very well was, "Pray, Mom, pray."

My grandson decided to play golf in the pile of Autumn leaves by the curb in front of their house.  What he didn't know was his six-year-old friend had crawled in the huge pile to hide.  When Jack took a big swing with the golf club he hit the boy in the head.  He thought he saw some wood in the pile and thought that was what he had hit so he leaned in the pile to take it out of the leaves only to find his bloody friend.  Jack screamed and his family came running.

In the ensuing hours I emailed everyone in my contact list.  I called family members to ask for prayer.  Within minutes I realized how powerful love is to inspire strangers to pray.  From Arizona to Illinois, from Indiana to Maine, they prayed for the two boys and their families.  We all did.

Merciful and Compassionate God,
you are
the source
of our love.
You inspire us
to love
by praying.
You show us
the way.
You give us love
for perfect strangers
and then
the desire
to pray.
Thank you,
thank you,
thank you.

Love, Andrea