Saturday, November 30, 2024

Dear God,

A 2l-month old baby died in her crib.  Her parents screamed, "Why? Why did our Leona die?  The coroner said her little body was perfect, no signs of infection, illness or trauma.  So why did she breathe her last, O God?

As a pastor we are expected to have answers to life's great questions.  But I don't.  I wanted to but I could not.  I could only offer words of comfort, gestures of love and promise of God's presence in suffering.  

As I lead the memorial service in the bitterly cold weather, I leaned on you to provide hope and a modicum of peace.  At the end we blew kisses to Leona and to you, dear God.

So many

are broken,

Heavenly Father;

so many

are suffering.

Help each

of us

to lean hard

on you

for you

are our

only anchor 

of hope.

Bless us

with your peace,

I pray.

Love, Andrea