Friday, June 16, 2017

Dear God,

The baby birds stick their little beaks through the hole in the birdhouse.  They call out and sing to their momma and daddy birds.  They sing back and bring food.  Before long those babies will step outside onto the ledge, take a leap, and fly.  All programmed by the Great I Am.

I watched this beautiful scene this morning.  I realized how you programmed us the same way.  Human babies cry out and mommy and daddy come running to hold, feed, and nurture.  The day will come when infants will become children and then adults.

In the grand scheme of things you have created us to care for one another.  You have shown us the way to love, have compassion, and serve.  You have pointed us to the poor, the lonely, and the lost.  You want us to create a world of love and mercy but we have failed you, O Lord.  We have failed you. 

Have mercy on us,
O Lord.
Cleanse our hearts.
Pour your
Holy Spirit
into us
once again.
Make us love itself,
I pray.

Love, Andrea