Saturday, December 14, 2013

Dear God,

You speak to children in simple and profound ways flummoxing adults who seek more complicated answers. This morning at our breakfast table my eight-year-old granddaughter and I stared outdoors at the white snowy scene.  "It's really cold outside."  I remarked.  "I know, Grandma."  Stella said.

"Last night at my friend's sleepover we girls were watching television and someone said how cold it was for the homeless people who were living outside.  We talked about how warm we were in our sleeping bags and how we were watching television but the homeless would probably get frostbite.  I felt really sad.  After everyone went to sleep I went in the other room and picked up a piece of paper.  I went into the bathroom because it was the only room with a light on.  I drew a picture of a homeless family and then I prayed for them."

My granddaughter taught me a valuable lesson.  When I think of someone who is troubled in anyway near or far, stranger, enemy, or friend, I need to pray.  I need to act.  I need to do something positive.  I need to show love, compassion, and mercy.

Gracious God,
full of grace,
thank you
for lessons
that come
from children.
Thank you
for the nudge
to act,
to love,
and to serve.

Always, Andrea