Tuesday, January 30, 2018

Dear God,

The psalmist always seems to know where I am.  I begin each morning with the psalmist, the writer of the Psalms.  When he speaks of the need for refuge and shelter, aahh, I say, he knows what I need.  When he shares his praise for your mighty works, I cry out my own praise and thanksgiving.  When he writes about his lackings, I fall to my own knees in need of prayer, challenge, and forgiveness.  I read the Psalms because I feel close to this person of faith.

How grateful I am to you, Master of the Universe, for calling people to share their faith.  Thank you
for the blessing they are in their honesty, authenticity and need.  In them I find myself and like them, I turn to you for help.  I confess and discover once again the greatness of your love, mercy and kindness.  My faith increases, my sin decreases and my perspective changes.

You, O Lord,
are the author
of my faith.
Thank you
for those
who help me
see the truth
that sets me free.
Raise my eyes
to you
that I
may always
praise you.

Love, Andrea