Monday, September 3, 2007

Dear God,

I'm reviving a room. Our dining room has looked like a chalk room ever since I painted it gray white to blend well with the carpet. I've disliked it ever since.

A few days ago I picked out a beautiful sage green, a bit dark, but very pretty nonetheless. I gave it two coats. It's been a dramatic difference.

Then I began reupholstering the nine chairs. Burnt Red with muted colorful flowers. What a change. I've never been so bold.

There have been many periods in my life where you thought I needed some changes. You have taken my dull looking faith and you have perked it up. You've given me color, bold color changes. And what a transformation.

I wish I was as easy to change as my dining room. I sometimes throw obstacles in the way so transformation is not possible. I go for a while looking gray, without color. The texture of my life is rough, a raw-around-the edges display that arises from hurt and disappointment. I am sure you find it difficult to mould and reshape the clay of my life during those times.

But Lord, I want to be malleable in your hands. I want every moment of my life to be an occasion for beauty. I want to be willing to be changed when you deem it necessary. I want to let go of the need for constructing my own every day existence. I want to trust.

Forgive me,
Loving God,
when I'm unwilling
to be reshaped
when you call
for change.
Please teach me
to hear
your call cheerfully,
to trust
your decision
to reshape areas
in my life.
I want
to be
an object
of your affection,
a delight
to you.
I want
my whole being
to praise you
and give thanks.
I want
to be
the subject
of change
when you say,
"come,
you're in need
of an overhaul."
Teach me,
revive me,
I pray.

Love, Andrea