Saturday, September 13, 2025

Dearest God,

Coming to you first thing in the morning is like a child rushing downstairs on Christmas morning.  Nothing delights me more.  To know we have specialized time together, your presence and mine, is a merger of spirits.

It is not easy to keep hope in a chaotic, mean-spirited world.  It is difficult not to take the bait and become who the president thinks we should be on any given moment of the day.  It is easier to stay enraged, resort to name calling and pour out my own vessel of hatred for a man whose hate oozes into every level of life.  Yet, it is not your way.  It is not your will.  Your love says NO to this!  But how in loving my hurting neighbor near or far do I stand in compassion and understanding and remain in calm and peace?

More than anything,

I want

your way,

O God.

You never said

it would

be easy.

Yet, you

can see beyond

the limitations

of my own

human eyes.

Always lead me

to your way.

Thank you

that your love

is deeper

and wider

than my own.

Yours, Andrea