Saturday, January 5, 2008

Dearest God,

A new day dawns, fresh. A spirit stirs, awakening the soul. I hear your first cries to me. Pray. My voice automatically whispers your name...Dear God. My lips form the name of one of my children and the broken hearted in the world. My child is well. Other children are not.

The Carmelites have taught me to pray not only for my own but others at the same time. I pray for my child. I pray for all the world's children. I pray for my country. I pray for all nations. We are linked together by an eternal cord. I cannot pray for one without remembering the other; their names tug at my heart.

Even before the light claims the new day, my heart will have already sworn its love to you. I write as a way of honoring you, of proclaiming my devotion to the One who has breathed air into my lungs, who has gently called my heart to beat in rhythm, who has whispered secrets of the universe to me, who has opened the door to life. In this quiet moment, except for the sounds of the furnace kicking on, the hum of fluorescent bulbs, and the creaks in the house, I know you are here.

Walk into every room
of my heart, Lord.
Speak to my soul.
I am your willing servant.

Love, Andrea