Friday, February 13, 2026

Dear God,

When love, peace and joy seem so far off, when darkness, pain and suffering feel so close and there seems to be no opening to something better, I return to you, the author of love, peace and joy.  In a nation devoid of good, light and peace, we must find a way to the most authentic kind of goodness.  That is to you.

In so many ways, faith seems to have evaporated.  We seem to have lost our way to that which is good, beautiful and life-giving.  We want relief.  We want to wade out of the muck of Washington, DC and elsewhere.  We want to see the light again.  We want assurance that light lives.  Faith, the kind rooted and grounded in something more than plastic substitutes can give us that once again.  Most answers do not come immediately.  Yet faith can give us hope in the meantime.

Teach us

to trust again,

not in 

the follies presented

to us

but rather

in that which

is tried

and true.

We want

the real thing

not that which

will dissolve

in the wind.

Draw us close,

dear God,

and give 

strength to

return home.

Yours, Andrea