Thursday, April 26, 2007

Dear God,

I found Spring yesterday. On the drive to Kentucky, I gazed at lush green rolling hills, magnificent colored tulips, and pink and white flowering trees. Puffy white clouds dotted the blue sky, except when the rain clouds passed over. Highways carved through rock hewn hills took my breath away. But it was when I got lost that I met the Great Artist painting a spectacular rainbow of red, yellow, blue and green. Arched over the rolling hills, I couldn't keep my eyes on the road. Spring was rolled up all in one. I kept whispering, "Oh, my God, my God."

Sometimes I am blind; I simply can't see. Oh, I can see, my eyes do work, but the images do not stop me in my tracks. My senses are dulled when I am too busy to look, to witness life's great and wondrous mysteries. I miss so much.

The drive to Kentucky revived my ability to see. And how grateful I was, am. I will make the return trip and witness it all over again. Perhaps I'm a hard core case and I need things in doubles in order to get the point. I get it; I get it!

Allow my eyes
to open constantly
to the beauty of your grace.
Make me to breathe
the air of expectancy.
Help me to prioritize,
prioritize, prioritize
so that I will see exactly
what you want me to see.
Forgive me
when I grow numb
to your presence.
If life is filled with anything,
it is filled
with your great love.
I desire nothing more.
Master Artist,
all you paint
is wondrous.
May I see
and give praise.

Love, Andrea