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Sometimes we know we are certainly going to drown. 

The waters are roaring, racing in white currents outside their safe limits, their cold spray laughing at us as the surge continues to rise.

Sometimes my prayer times are smooth streams. Words flow easily from my burdened mind to God’s throne, and I feel a real sense of the Holy Spirit. 

Other times, my thoughts are as scattered as a class of preschoolers dismissed to recess. They’re everywhere, in no particular order, running in every direction, and jammed with distraction. 

I’m an expert at meditating, and I bet you are too. 

Give me a fear, a woe, a problem, a worry, and my innate meditater will happily work overtime, trekking down path after (mostly dark) path in search of a hope or solution. Like Dr. Suess’s Sam I Am, I can meditate in a box, with a fox, in a house, with a mouse, here and there, EVERYWHERE! 

Dear Younger Women of our Church,

This world is not kind to you. It calls your Christianity narrow-minded, your biblical obedience brain-washed, and your church commitment old-fashioned. You are supposed to be gorgeous, accomplished, and successful all the time–not to mention present and mindful. By following Jesus, you swim against a swift and strong current, and we applaud you. You are doing a great job!

Dear Older Women of our Church, 

Studies show that older women feel invisible. They no longer display the celebrated beauty of youth, the magical gift of fertility, or the fresh face of potential. Though they fight to believe God’s truth about aging, the culture sure doesn’t make it easy. 

But older ladies, you are not invisible to us. You are not irrelevant.  Don’t think for a minute that your work is done around here. We honor you and we need you.