"MY LETTERS TO GOD": September 2025

Monday, September 8, 2025

Lord, I told a long time friend today that living for You today in my 80’s, is probably as hard as I ever imagined it would be. I’ve always encountered obstacles when it’s time to pray or read the scriptures. Years prior, it was my children I’d decided……they demand so much time and just learning to cope with being a good parent was so hard sometimes. Just coping with demands of a Pastor husband who worked a second job, his concerns, the church duties, keeping our home presentable to whoever would “stop by”….often kept me in a tizzy! That was one reason I’d started writing my prayers to You. So, even if interrupted, I could usually go back to my writing and pick up where I left off.

The enemy still threatens to take away my freedom in letting You know how I feel on a daily basis. I’ve just skidded by , a lot in my life. Even, skidding from my preacher Dads coat tails, to my preacher husbands coat tails. Eventually, You caught up with my spiritual gymnastics, and called on me to make my own spiritual decisions, as indecisive as I had always been……You forced me to take responsibility. I’m so glad You brought me to that place. I have enjoyed that wonderful gift for a long, long time. It has relieved me of so much sadness and angst in the trials that we encounter in our lives usually on a daily basis. I’ve had You to lean on when I felt too weary to go it alone. I know. I know. I know that is what You want us to do, but, even me, in my meek manner want to show You I can be counted on if You need me for a big-time project! I’ll be faithful for You. I’ll encourage. I’ll be Your warrior. Those are my dreams. If I am the “go-fer” for the big jobs, that’s okay too! As long as I am centered in the will of God that You have for me….I’m good. (You never know when I might have to lie down for a quick nap!).

Anyway, Lord, it is cemented in my thinking that my hope is in You, Lord. I may have days when I feel that YOU are my all in all and my goal for eternal peace with You as my goal and obviously there will be times when I feel that all my hope is for naught and there is nothing I can hold on to, spiritually speaking. I will contend that YOU are my rock. The God I believe in…. Now and forever more.

I speak the name of Jesus. The One that I cling to.

I pray in the name of Jesus. Amen and Amen.

Introduction to "My Letters To God"

My letters to God came about by my need to communicate with Him on a regular basis. I needed to, as a christian, a wife and a mother notwithstanding, pray every day. As a young mother I found myself almost continually interrupted by my two little girls. All for necessary and legitimate reasons. You and I both know satan uses every trick in the book to keep us from communing with God and I felt that he was definately getting the upperhand. So, one day out of sheer desperation, I grabbed a sheet of paper or a notebook (I don't remember) and began to scribble out a prayer for God to come and rescue me. I needed to tell Him EXACTLY how I felt. I needed Him and felt that this was my only recourse. Invariably, before I started writing, when I was interrupted I hardly ever would go back to my devotion time. I'd forget where I was in my prayertime and it all seemed futile.....after all, the wash had to be done, the beds had to be made, baths needed to be taken care of.....etcettera.....etcettera....etcettera. After the first attempt, I tried it again and again until this wonderful habit was formed for me. I could literally stop mid-sentence and almost always go back , and pick up where I had left off. As I found my time with God lengthening because of my determination to do this, it ended up being my solace. Even with two more daughters and a son as the years went by. I often found that it was truly a wonderful thing when I would search for a word that described what I REALLY felt. Many times in my prayertime prior to this , I would skim over the

hard parts that would express my angst to Him sort of mumbling, "Lord, you know what I mean.....". I was so terribly desperate to express how I really felt. To that, I could only tell Him in my tears and fears and frustration hoping He would still love me. I'd reread sometimes and find that I was alot meaner than I knew He would be pleased with.....or, I was not as bad as I believed I was.

Writing to God has followed me into the years that the world says are the "senior years". It doesn't matter to me. As long as I can hold a pen and write Him all of my heart thoughts, the "mind stealers" will not deter me. I am determined to be God's instrument. I will blow my horn for Him as long as He gives me breath!

As I share my letters with you, past and present, may you find in Him the solace that you need. He will give that to each of us. This is my prayer.

"MY LETTERS TO GOD"

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