Saturday, December 15, 2007

Dearest God,

A twelve-hour shopping spree. Twelve hours. It all began and ended at Kohl's. 6:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. When I arrived in the morning, it was dark and quiet. A couple hours later snow fell from heaven. It was beautiful and pretty sloshy by the time I left for home in the darkness.

I watched the sun rise and set. I love to do that. Watching the darkness turn to dusk, then lighter and lighter until the darkness is no more. Then in reverse. Watching the light give way ever so slowly to the darkness.

The season of light. The season of darkness. Ecclesiastes talks about the seasons. A time for light. A time for darkness. Daily I observe the seasons, watch for them. The earth's rhythm.

I feel my own body go through the daily seasons. A time for awakening. A time for sleep. I feel so held in the daily rhythm. The pendulum constantly moves. I like that. I feel secure for I know who controls the master switch. I am in the master's hands.

Great God,
the daily seasons
point to you.
I cannot manufacture
what happens each day.
You bring the light.
You take it away.
You are God.

Love, Andrea