Saturday, October 25, 2025

Dear God,

It seems today is the day for remembering.  I just wrote you about the people you brought into my life of seventy-nine years.  I am also thinking of all those who shared their faith with me.  Ministers, Sunday School teachers, devotional writers, retreat leaders, monastic sisters, so many whose love for you and their witness of faith inspired and blessed me.  Even now as I sit with Henri Nouwen, Joyce Rupp, Richard Rohr, the psalmist, my cousin Marti and so many others, I realize how my own faith has been shaped by these faith-filled people.

From the beginning when I was barely a tiny ball in my mother's womb, did you think of me, what it would take to fashion me in life?  Did you call me by name way back then?  Did you think of all the faithful you wanted me to meet along life's way?  Did you put them in my path?  How did I turn out?  Am I who you created me to be?  Have I pleased or disappointed you?

As I consider all whose faith impacted my own, I give thanks not only to them but to you, Loving God, to you.

You are God;

there is none

like you.

I thank you

for every gift,

every blessing,

every tiny bit

of faith

you passed on

to me

through others.

Thank you

for caring

that much.

Yours, Andrea