Helpless

Sometimes the most difficult times are the ones where we have no choices. Lord, what do we do when there's nothing to be done?

Watching people die, seeing loved ones suffer, observing things that can only turn out badly - God how  are we supposed to help? What are we supposed to do when there is nothing to do?

I think it's those times that are the most frustrating God. I want to help. I want to intervene. I want to say the right thing. And I can't do anything.

Dear God help me to deal with not being able to deal.

Beauty all around

There is something about the autumn God. There is something about the beauty in the leaves and the crisp fresh air. I feel renewed and I feel alive in the autumn.

How is it that you created a world where death can be so beautiful? I think this was a not-so-well hidden message, wasn't it Lord? We are people who need visual lessons and we need to see things in ways we can comprehend. Perhaps that death can be beautiful and is not the end, but only a process leading to a new beginning.  I see it in the fall God. And your creation tells the story.

Everywhere I look you are God. In the golds, reds, and yellows of the leaves. And in the glory of the season where we prepare for the dark and cold of winter, only to re-emerge in the joy of another spring.

Your creation teaches us if only we are willing to learn from it.