Tuesday, January 17, 2023

Dear God,

When I gaze upon the lights of the Christmas tree when the room is dark, I am engulfed with the thought of your love for me.  But with that knowledge comes the acknowledgement that as I am loved so are all people.

To believe I am loved is qualified by the fact that your love extends to all the cosmos.  I am special because all your people are special.  Each one is loved like the only one.  Children all are we.

I leave my tree up for a long time because I love being loved and challenged to love all others like you.  It is a mandate.  If I am going to be a beloved child, then I have to accept all others in the same way.  I am persuaded to love all your children.

Help me

to be

a lover

of all,

dear God.

Help me

be a 

loving child.

Help all

your children

feel the love

I feel.

Yours, Andrea