Monday, August 19, 2019

Dear God,

I was 13 years old when I knelt at the end of the cross and sang, "Nearer my God to thee, nearer to thee.  E'en though it be a cross that raiseth me, still all my song shall be, nearer, my God, to thee; nearer, my God, to thee, nearer to thee!"  I look back now and realize you were leading me even then.

I remember wanting to be one of the "special" ones in Job's Daughters.  I wanted to be honored queen.  But I really wasn't popular or good enough for that position.  But as I reflect upon it now, I see how you chose me to be the soloist who would lead us all at the end of our meeting by singing Nearer, My God, to Thee.  You had me right where you wanted me to be leading others to you.

Thank you,
Holy God,
for not answering
my prayer
the way
I wanted it
to be.
Thank you
for giving me
a voice
with which
to sing
your praise.
Forgive my
childish ways.

Love always, Andrea