Friday, December 15, 2006

Dearest God,

I like walking into the darkness because it always leads me to the light.

I have a real fascination with the skies. I loved my astronomy class in college. The stars, planets, and rubble twinkle in the darkness, leading the mind to reflect upon the order of the cosmos.

I got up extra early this morning (3 something). I had a few things on my mind so I decided to get up to plan my day. I have to purchase gifts for 34 people today and I won't return home until I have them all. (Quite an undertaking) I have my lists made by store. I will leave as soon as I sign off. Want to be at Toys R Us early to avoid the crowds. I already shopped at Wal Mart this morning. Took care of some gifts there.

As I drove out the driveway, I looked up at the skies. I stopped my car for a moment and just gazed. A spectacular view. Who can say there is no God? Tomorrow I will fly into the darkness and on Sunday I will fly home in the darkness. Getting closer to God! I'll stare out the window (got an aisle seat, so I'll have to lean) to see the beauty of the heavenly raiment.

I've flown a lot at night, to the Holy Land, Russia, Europe. Each time I look out the window, I see God staring back. There's something majestic about the skies. Soothsayers read the skies, giving promises and challenging words. Prophets have found answers in the sky. Sailors use the stars to find their direction. Seekers look up, searching for the Divine.

I'll drive into the darkness on my way to the mall. But I'll see the light, listening to the sounds of Christmas sing to me. And while I shop, I'll look for the light among the grouchy. I'll hum my tunes and not become distressed or caught up in the shopping fever. I want to remain uncluttered, listening for God's voice, sharing the Good News. The darkness will lead me home.

Good and Gracious God,
I find you
more often than not
in the darkness.
In the light
it is harder
to see the light.
But in the darkness,
the light glows,
like a lighthouse
in the fog.
I'm searching for you today,
a magical adventure
among the hustle and bustle
of Christmas shoppers.

Love always, Andrea