My 78 year old brother-in-law has been in and out of the hospital for the past two months and is back in as I write. I suppose that his particular age and life stage has some bearing on my prayer, but I don’t seem to be having that kind of conversation with God. In fact there aren’t many of words in my prayer. I just find myself picturing him, my sister and their children in a circle of light and asking that God surround them with peace and serenity, whatever that might mean.
That’s all I want to say today.