Sunday, October 7, 2012

Dear God,

The news of a miracle in our midst brought joy to my soul.  Overnight you wrought a newsworthy event to touch our family and the family who was hurting due to a horrible accident.   Praise moved to my lips.

Of course, the miracle was for the six-year-old boy, struck in the head by a golf club causing a depressed skull fracture and brain bleed, whose family now has been told he will fully recover.  But the rest of the miracle was for all those who were inspired to pray, strangers at their best praying for a little boy who was critically injured, people who banded together to do their part to help, to assist you in your ministry of care, and to show love's finest.  What miracles, what grace, what love!

There is something miraculous about the human soul that feels the instant desire to pray for someone they do not know.  How often I have felt that call myself when I hear that tragedy has hit.  I want to pray.  I want to do my part.  I want to help.  I want to partner with you to bring healing and hope.  And when I follow through and actually pray, I feel a sense of belonging, a partnership with you and those who suffer, and a humility that reminds me how wondrous it is that you invite us to participate in your work by faith.  How beautiful it is when a community forms to love and pray!

Generous God,
thank you
for the miracle
and all
the other miracles
that come
our way
when we participate
in your ministry
of love
and care.
Thank you
for reaching out
and allowing us
to help
and to show
our own love.
Thank you
for your kindness
in healing Luca.

Love, Andrea