Wednesday, August 13, 2025

Dear God,

I get tired of hearing my own voice, my own prejudices, my own thoughts and beliefs and my own opinions.  In the early morning when I gather with authors of my devotional books, they open me to new ideas and thoughts.  They challenge me to rethink my stands on topics.  They inspire and bless me to grow in faith, grace and compassion.  Their voices are like fresh air on a stale, hot, humid day.  I need them so much.

Gifts come to us in many ways.  Often times devotional writers pen from a raw heart and soul sharing from the depths of hurt and victory.  I am always lifted up to higher places because I need truth telling, hope and wisdom.  Sitting with writers, ancient and contemporary, smooth my rough edges, help me with my own kind of sorrow and challenge me to share as well.

O God,

you bless

my heart

in so 

many ways.

Today was

just one

of many.

Thank you

for directing me

to your people

for lessons

in life.

Yours forever, Andrea