Friday, February 29, 2008

Dear God,

I wept this morning. I allowed my tears to fall upon my breast. Dressed in my jams and robe with disheveled hair and unbrushed teeth I drove to the bank, the post office and to my daughter's home.

I had turned on the CD, a rough cut of faith developing. The music filled my soul. I heard your words, some spoken to me on the mountain. I saw how the words had found their way to the melody of your song. I listened to those three blessed voices. I knew whose song they were singin'. In part I know their stories, how they got to where they are, know their struggles, watched with quiet joy as they opened the doors to their heart, let you in to rooms never before open. And when they were singin', the glory of God was slidin' down my face.

I saw my own faith, my learnings, my AHA moments. I listened and saw my family stirrin'. I saw the faces at the table, faces so unused to looking at one another, learning how to be together again, laughing and joy making. I saw my bitterness melting because I could feel the shiftin' going on. I cried out, "I want to live in the light of love." Holy words melting the dark ugly slime encasing my heart. I felt the intimacy of my declaration of love to you, my gratitude for changing my life, making me whole and alive after breast cancer and loss. And then I was invited to journey with you. Yes, I wept this morning because I was riding with you.

Great One,
your glory shines
every day.
Even on a grey, cloudy day
your glory shines bright.
The murky skies
look ominous, dark,
but oh,
above the clouds,
above threatening clouds,
there is a beauty
so magnificent,
so majestic.
You sing us
a lullaby,
a cradle song
of love.
Anywhere,
everywhere.
I heard it
this morning.
My tears
welcomed you
again.

Love, Andrea