Tuesday, June 5, 2007

Dear God,

I sit here pleased with myself, not in a prideful way. Just simply pleased. I have been so busy at church and two homes that my writing has not been consistent. I was without a place to write for four days. But I could have written long hand. However, my thoughts, your thoughts in me come so fast sometimes I can't keep up. At least that's my justification.

In the last few days I have been nearly a week behind in my writing. I felt it in my soul, but not like a drive to produce something. That was my old self, always nagging at me to do and do more or feel guilty. I wore myself down in judgement, then acted in self destructive ways. But these days have not been that way. A gentle call. A quiet invitation. A call of the soul.

Coming home to the soul is always good. I feel complete, whole. A peaceful eruption of joy, a contentment that comes from you only. Like a child who is welcomed home I am my truest self. My writing is my connection, at least one powerful link that draws me, not drives me home.

I write because I am with you in these moments. If I wander all day, I am at least home with you when I write. Home.

Delight comes to mind
when I think of us together.
My heart, my soul's purpose
is to live my life with you.
Traveling the globe
of spirit
your mystery loosens,
unrolls like a scroll
of great value.
And the wonders
of the universe
are released.
I am one of these
when I write.
I am captured
by God.

Love, Andrea