Lord, I would ask for a sign, but You know the time and place for such a proof. I would read and pray. I often find no comfort, but persist. You are there, I know. I would follow, but I am so slow to put my full faith in You.

Jesus, you died for my and my and my unbelief. May I bind my hurt and pain to that love which took the Cross. Holy
Spirit, the love cast from the Cross, the radiance that shows forth from His death and resurrection: I pray a soul empty of self, to be filled by Your guidance. St. Therese, may I follow your little way in all things, large and small.

Lord, there is such unrest on this earth. May I serve as Your instrucment in whatever manners You deem fit. Bless those who follow the King of Glory, not earthly power. Grant health to Your servants, Janice, my daughters, my sons, and wife. Be with our neighbors who are sick and old, that they may be comforted and healed, to Your glory. Bless Your servants who serve in the consecrated life, that they be delivered from temptation and empowered by the Spirit to continue to do Your work. Bless America and those founding virtues that linger in those who employ earthly power to good ends. Bless those who defend those virtues and this country. Amen.