Tuesday, October 17, 2017

Dear God,

I have a hole in my prayer right between Lori and Liz.  I stumble every time I reach that special place.  It is where I used to pray Aunt Caroline's name.  She died and I miss her so.

I think you allow holes in prayer.  I believe you want us to consider people in our lives who have blessed us with their presence, love, and friendship.  I believe you want us to pause and give thanks.  You want us to reflect on your many gifts to us.  Perhaps you want us to express gratitude so we can see the benefits of being like others who gave so much.

I am blessed,
O Lord,
not because
I am anything special
but because
I am your child.
I am grateful
for Aunt Caroline.
Please let her know
I love her.

Love always, Andrea