Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Dear God,

Two years ago today I started writing you letters. You made the suggestion and I followed through. I told you about sights and scenes of travel, a sacred pilgrimage. I shared my earnest spiritual wanderings, my questions, doubts, breakthroughs, insights and revelations. I offered my inmost thoughts and reflections. I celebrated the most important moments of my life. I realized during those early writings that you were always intended to be the most valuable part of my life.

And I didn't stop writing when my spiritual renewal grant had concluded. We still had so much to say to one another. I just kept writing most days about little things and big. About close things and far away. About the news outside myself and in my heart. My hurts, disappointments and failures. My tears and my joys. Moments on the mountaintop and those in the valley and even lower. Family and friends. Faith and trust. Courage as I climbed the hills from the abyss.

I think back and reflect. I smile, knowing we have shared this time together. An intentional moment each day, a simple, but complicated human being with the God of the universe. Our prayers for one another have risen up, perhaps touching a person or two. I have known there was spirit air to breathe on those days when life was so in my face. And I think of the times we have danced our words on the page.

Life with you is a great, wondrous adventure. Not one to be handled lightly, but carefully, faithfully. Oh yes, we can play and dig for treasure, laugh and cry. I can walk on air at times because you have released all that keeps me grounded. I can even climb high mountains where the air is crystal clean and pure. I can travel to unknown worlds and know your guiding lead. I can follow your footsteps into the darkness where I can learn truths that I might not be open to in the light. And silence, what a great and beautiful friend. Talk about another world! Vast, open space where anything can be said or take place. Whisperings, murmurings of spirit. And love always available. No cutoffs, shutoffs, or withdrawls. Grace and mercy live here together.

This life, there are no words adequate to describe the gift.

Thank you,
Most Generous God,
for the gift
of our life together.
Not only for our words,
but also for
the spiritual language
we make up
as we go along.
The freedom
and liberation.
The sheer joy
of knowing you,
of being known,
of sharing
a life together
is a sacred eternal gift.
I am rejoicing.

Love always, Andrea