Monday, June 25, 2007

Dear God,

Riding above the clouds, viewing the world from the "top" down is a spectacular view. Blue skies, a rising sun, puffy clouds below always remind me that what you see is not always what you get. From the "lower" side all I could see was gray. I didn't know until I rose above how magical the sky really was above the cloud formation. So incredibly beautiful!

I rode on an airplane with four seats across and an aisle in the middle. Felt like what sardines might feel like in a can, if, of course, they were alive. Packed. My "partner", the stranger next to me read the paper until we lifted off, then slept the whole time. I just watched out his window.

Sometimes, Lord, I react to what is visible, forgetting what is invisible so near to me. It's like wearing blinders, knowing the possiblity, yet not acknowledging the potential. I fail to see a whole picture, focusing more on what I am capable of seeing, not what might be. I lose the chance to be grateful, to live in the land of possibilities.

I can daydream like the best of them. I can imagine, put flesh to dreams. I can see what may be, knowing you can take what is and transform it into the what may be. I love roaming the landscape of dreams, hopes, walking in areas not yet unfolded. This world has so much hope. Birth is heavy with possibility.

Some people walk around with their heads in the clouds. Some would argue that they aren't down to earth. But isn't that how the yet unknown becomes known when we allow ourselves to live in a realm where dreams becoming flesh are possible? Is this not the place where inventors, composers, artists, dreamers live with the hope that something new is but a breath away? I tour this unknown scene on a regular basis. I don't let every idea take shape. Not that that's good or bad. But some come through, a spiritual exercise in trust. And when it does, I feel the majesty made in heaven, a divine touch, yours, a moment in time with the maker of the universe and stars beyond.

Anything good that comes of this endeavor is fully yours. I simply anticipate, listen, wait, follow. I carry your dream, give it life, spread the joy. The accompanying feeling is one of simple humility, wholesome respect, reverence and love. You have trusted me to carry out your plan, divine, sacred.

Awesome God,
the colors of the palette
are plenteous.
Possibilities,
potential dreams
await our willingness
to capture them,
to hold with sacred hands,
to offer them to the world.
Standing at your feet,
bowing in humble adoration,
you place in our hands
the keys to the treasure of life.
Let me never forget it.
For together
we will paint sunrises and sunsets,
happy children playing;
we will hum
the tunes of heaven
and make way
for the dancers.
We'll place rainbows in the sky
and waters on the dry earth;
we'll feed hungry, thirsty people
and spread rays of hope.
Master Creator,
release in me the power
to follow every moment,
not just some points in time.
Make me a partner
in creation.

Love always, Andrea