I find myself praying, "Lord, may none but loving arms ever hold (my granddaughter Lucy)." That prayer has nothing to do with theology. I'd pray it whether I believed there is a God or not, for the same reason that on a lovely spring morning when I'm looking at the view of the river that flows past our home I sometimes exclaim, " That's beautiful!" out loud, even when I'm alone.
Patience With God, p. xi
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