Sunday, July 29, 2018

Dear God,

"All things broken," you whispered to me, "all things broken."  I knew what you meant when the music began.  Pray for all things broken, you urged me.

As I sat in the front row at the seaside chapel of St. Ann's Episcopal Church, feeling the gentle breeze blow, watching the boats sail by and listening to the wondrous music of Tim Janis, I prayed for all things broken.  I prayed for our broken nation, our broken government and legislators.  I prayed for our broken world where millions are homeless, desperate and wanting.  I prayed for your broken church where some are welcomed and others are not.  I prayed for broken families, my own included.  I prayed for the broken places in my granddaughter's life who sat right next to me.  I prayed for my own brokenness.  I prayed during the whole concert for everything broken.  And while I prayed I let the tears slip from my eyes and slide down my face. 

Holy God,
there are
so many
broken things.
So much hurt,
so much suffering,
so much anxiety,
so much fear,
so much sorrow.
But then
there is
so much you.
Thank you,
Blessed God,
thank you.

Love, Andrea