The fog has lifted.  At night I can see across to the mainland, where house lights, buoys, and headlights shine.  It seems so busy and energized over there across the bay’s water, but there must be those who sit at home tonight alone, looking into the darkness.  Inside their windows they may live in need—need of food and money, of self-worth, need of God’s presence.  Perhaps they are hungry or abused; perhaps they look out of eyes that are tear-filled.  It is too easy for me to look into windows as if they were mirrors, seeing only myself reflected back, seeing no one else. I pray for these people too, for all those who have no understanding of your love or your presence.  Be with them, I pray, and grant them your peace.  May I use the bounty you have given me for their good and your glory. Amen.

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