Papa God, it’s difficult to sing songs of hope in the foreign lands of hospital beds, to practice faith in the midst of physical, moral, and spiritual crises. And yet O God, it is precisely here, in this fellowship of the weak, that hope can emerge. It is in the confession of our mortality and brokenness to and with each other, that the real strength of that mustard seed of faith emerges, and we can then develop the real strength of new and everlasting life. Nurture my mustard seed today O God.