The Preoccupied God

Going onward two years of silence from my grand son and son and wife. I recall the nights sitting out under the moon and stars praying. The last moon night I sat maybe ten minutes, not hours as before. I really didn't even pray. All the things I have been asking, no doubt, asking amiss. And we gather on Sunday and I try and show thanks, wonder how others can praise such a wonderful one, when all I've seen is fire and smoke.

I even wonder if He has not moved on with me, with us. We are not doing something pleasing.