Sunday, January 12, 2025

Dear God,

She showed up at my door half bent, shredded of heart and spirit and bleeding wounds.  She knew it would be difficult but had no idea how difficult.  I held her as she wept.  I listened with the ears of faith and mercy.  I asked no questions, just waited for her to say whatever she needed to say.

Our hearts can be so easily broken in the midst of loss and sorrow.  Our grief can go so deep and wide leaving us a mere shadow of our former selves.  And yet, your love, precious understanding and comfort can buoy us up, holding us until the storm passes.  Who else offers us so much?

Thank you

for your

healing ointment,

O God.

Thank you

for giving us

each other.

Thank you

for mercy

that oozes

when we

are in pain.

Thank you,

Merciful God,

for the

many gifts

of love.

Yours, Andrea