Thursday, November 7, 2013

Dear God,

This morning at my breakfast table, I gave thanks for my family.  I saw a family in a refugee camp.  I gave thanks for my food.  I saw the family starving.  I gave thanks for the cold weather, my favorite.  I saw the same family cold and afraid.  I gave thanks for my blessings.  I saw the family had none.  I asked why.

Often I pray prayers out of abundance.  My life is good so I give thanks.  I ask for help over small matters.  Overall, I have so much compared to so many.

Why am I so blessed while others in far away and not so distant places are not?  How do I reconcile this injustice? 

God of us all,
show me
the way
to bring blessings
to others.
Please forgive me
when I pray
out of arrogance.
Keep your
anxious, starving,
and hurting children
before me
lest I
forget them
and function
as if
they do not exist.

Love, Andrea