Dear God, I think of you often but I also forget you often. My little pea-brained self gets pre-occupied with earthly issues. You understand and forgive.

Those of us down here on this planet are busier than one-armed paper hangers. What with all of the political noise, we can hardly cope with our daily duties.

I have studied your word night and day. I did not sleep a wink last night. There are ominous gray clouds and the occasional boom of thunder.

I look at my desk/dining table. It is as littered as Main Street after a parade. My memory is not as good as it used to be and this gives travail to my son.

As for exercise, I do it sporadically. And my diet sucketh.

I have a good son that whips up healthy meals with tofu and fresh vegetables and rice. But I keep sneaking in too much chocolate and empty calories.

I do not know how to pray for myself and the world is even harder for me to try and change.

So I guess, dear Lord, that psalms are good medicine.

Leonard Cohen remains a blessing to me, even though he has been gone for several years. He studied your word and wove it into beautiful songs that I treasure.

We human beings need the sustenance of beauty in whatever form we can find it.

I shall close this out now, but please forgive my frequent lapses of faith. Things are going the way they are destined to go and in no other way. And the Word pours out forgiveness and healing.

Your faithful servant,
VW