Dear Father, and we call you that because Jesus did and we love the thought that You – in Your glorious majesty and power – not only allow it, but think it is fine for us to do so,

Here we are – just wanting to be in Your presence, not knowing what’s going on in the world and grateful You’re with us during this time of change and shaking and so many voices. And we sit here with You, knowing that all the many, many voices and sources and claims serve mostly to clutter the space between us without lending the truth we really seek. Please know this: we love You. Oh what You have gone through as many have rebelled and pretended and tried to usurp (they never could – You are so much higher and greater). Oh what You’ve watched as the wicked have plotted and acted in ways more despicable than we ever knew or care to know. It must bring such sorrow to You to see people who could be quite good grasp instead at meaningless trinkets (money, fame, acceptance…) and invite corruption into what could have been so good because You extended Your generous hand – You gave talent and beauty and intelligence and they used it for villainy rather than virtue, depravity instead of decency.

And we weep for what You see and the little that we can see. Our eyes have a film over them still, though not as much as there once was. We’ve walked around in a dim stupor, thinking we saw what there was to see. And we didn’t. Although there is nothing we could do to deserve Your presence, we are here and love You. We love you and our hearts ache for what glory was intended and what has happened since the garden. And no matter what, we are Your’s. Our little insignificant selves are on Your side. You’ve said when we’re weak, You’re strong, so there’s that. We’re available for whatever You need us for.

In Jesus’ blessed Name, Amen.