Tuesday, July 16, 2024

Dear God,

Sometimes we want to be angry, resistant and stubborn.  We cling to our own will and way.  We fight to keep certain feelings, attitudes and behaviors in place.  We defy you.  Nothing changes.  That's the point nothing changes.

Only when we release all these into your hands can we breathe again.  We know we cannot make ourselves or the world a better place when we hang on so tightly to the past.  The past does not have to be the present or the future.  In your hands is the relief we need.  Our conversion is in your hands.  Our ability to rise from our bed rests in your power and love.

Holy God,

no one

loves us

like you.

No one

wants more

for us

than you.

Thank you

for the constancy

of your

ever-living love.

Yours, Andrea