Friday, August 17, 2018

Dear God,

When I am sick and cannot write, I feel a void.  I feel a hole that deepens each day that slips by when I do not write with you.  I say "with you" and you know what I mean.  I miss you.

Several days have gone by.  Although I have prayed I have had a longing to be near.  Yet, in my heart I remember your promise to always be with us.  That promise buoys me up reminding me who holds each day.

Holy God,
you hold
the future
but you also
hold today.
Thank you.
Bless you
for your
daily living presence.

Love, Andrea