When you’re a blogger, there are so many people to interact with. I’ve never met any of them. I know only what I see of them in their postings. Their writings are often thought provoking. They become friends through those words. I’ve been blogging for more than twelve years. Many of those I follow come from various parts of the United States, Canada and other countries. There are a few that I’ve followed for a long time. Some of them leave the world of blogging and I never hear from them again, but when that happens, I miss them.

One of the first people I met was a cattle rancher from the south. He inspired me to write about my faith. I enjoyed reading his stories about working with a group of Jewish Christians. Another fellow from the south worked as a cable guy and went into nursing a few years later. A Jewish convert to Christianity, a wife, a mother, a lawyer and captivating writer was one that a met a few years into this history. Each of these remained friends for quite a while and then they were gone. It was like losing a good friend.

Recently, I became friends with a young woman who is fighting for her life. She is about the same age as my oldest daughter. This faithful young Christian has worked with children with special needs, has a family of her own and has endured a long struggle with Cancer. There is the woman whose son lost his life in an automobile accident. The fellow that writes amazing commentaries on the teachings of Christ. His creative side comes out in his characters including eggs, apples and other foodstuffs. He has a whole series of stories meant to amuse as well as teach. He recently lost his lovely wife, but his faith allows him to grieve with the assurance that he will see her again someday in heaven. There’s a woman who grew up in a family accompanied by addiction. She knows the pain of losing someone she loves to that very malady. She is humorous, steadfast in her faith and always has a great lesson to teach us about this crazy world we live in. There is another woman who has been trying for many years to write a memoir about growing up with a narcissistic, abusive mother. I’m sure that story will help many people going through a similar experience.

There are countless others that I follow each day. My point is, I don’t know these people personally, but I feel like I know some of their inmost thoughts, fears, hopes, dreams and goals. This venue is often a place for us to vent. We may share things that we would never otherwise share with another human being. We become vulnerable to attack for some of our words. We are placing our lives on the line in a way.

I wonder how God feels when each of His creatures come to Him with their inmost, deepest thoughts and prayers. Of course, He’s God, so I will never be able to comprehend His power. I do know that His love is also beyond my comprehension and that when we pray, He hears each word. He listens with attentive ears. He knows the solution before we even utter the words. It must be like a great cacophony of voices though. All asking for something. All pleading for answers. All praying for wisdom. Yet, He hears every individual prayer and has already planned for the outcome.

When we tell our stories, we’re laying it all out there, sort of like what we do when we pray. I pray for each of those people who share their blogs with us. We can add them to our prayer lists. We can reach out to them with possible solutions or wisdom, but only God can give complete and perfect answers.

Dear, Heavenly Father. You know our every need. You can relate to our struggles. You know the things that bother us and eat away at our very core. Help us to trust in you completely. Your wisdom is all that matters. This world will continue to decay, but you will always be there for us. In the name of your Son, Jesus, who took on human flesh and became one of us, I pray. Amen!