Thursday, November 22, 2007

Dearest God,

Like the star that shone down upon the manger in Bethlehem, the light burned brightly in our home today. Actually it was my daughter's home. I mean home in a much wider sense.

Together, we were all together in one place. My three daughters. All my grandchildren but one and he couldn't come at the last minute. Standing in the kitchen in a circle, hand in hand praying together, sharing each one our tradition after prayer, telling one thing we were thankful for. "My daughter's complete healing," my daughter said about her daughter with the broken neck. "All of us being together." My son in law said. "My family and friends." My littlest grandchild replied.

You walked among us today, actually brought us together. Try as we might through the years, we couldn't find our way home. Seems that someone found the road and we all traveled it until we found our destination. We all wound up at the same place.

Like the voice who whispered on the mountain we heard you calling. Yours was the voice who lead us. Broken pieces cannot come together on their own. Need to be in someone's gentle hands who can bring the pieces together, fitting each one in, restoring, renewing, revitalizing. Miracle work. Your miracle work.

Like a voice calling
in the desert,
you called us home,
each one.
Daughter, son,
mother, dad,
come home,
come home.
Through crooked
and straight streets
we made our way,
our way home.
The Master stood at the door,
opening it to each one,
welcoming us in.
Home,
we closed the door
to grief and sorrow.
Love welcomed us home.

With a deep well of thanksgiving, Andrea