Dear God, I only ask that you save my mother and I from suffering any longer. We’re scared, sooooooo scared. I’m 53 for heavens sake, I should be taking care of her..she’s 70 and we’re both looking desperately for work to survive, where are you? Are you seeing any of this? My prayers? do you hear them? what about hers? We’ve never asked for much from you, and we’ve never doubted your love even through this turmoil and bad economy..but now my faith is shaking like I am, it’s crying in the center of my soul and crying out for your help. I know you’re busy…I watch the news, but isn’t all of this torment with in your magnificent power to heal? Where are you? and with out you where are we? Duane, Oregon
PS. the reason why i love Dear God is that it makes you realize that we are all on the same boat, no matter how different we think we are - weare the same actually.
