Saturday. September 24, 2022

Dear God,

This morning I woke up with bits and pieces of things.  I thought of a man who recently told us he was losing his short-term memory.  I thought of people in the path of the most recent hurricane.  I thought of my sister who still struggles with depression.  I thought of turning 76 years old today.  I thought of driving 268 miles with an injured arm.  

Strange to think of so many odd things and yet, each one drew me to you.  In my life of faith it seems all things odd and not so unusual direct me back to you.  I think of the ways you minister to people, helping them in small ways and big.  I think of hope and how it arises out of ashes.  I am prompted to pray for strugglers whose mission is simply to get through the day.  Today was no different.  I prayed for them all.

Compassionate God,

thank you

for thoughts

worthy of prayer.

Thank you

for bringing

all these

to me

this morning.

Thank you

for the urge

to pray.

Love, Andrea