Wednesday, February 27, 2008

Dear God,

As I prepare for Lenten services and my study, I feel Lent in my bones. Crossing the desert in Lent keeps a sense of balance within me. I grasp hold of truth every Wednesday. I sit at your feet like Mary, Jesus' friend. I listen for your voice.

This intentional approach to you fills me with awe and wonder. And the fact that others join the pilgrimage must bring great delight to you. Those who commit themselves to the yearly trek I think find themselves in a different place than those who do not.

When I read my study book, listen to its tenets, feel its pull into the desert, I know I am moving toward living water. I pull out my pitcher and fill up. Then I reach into my pocket, take out my cup and pour. Closing my eyes I draw the cup to my lips, tilt and the exquisite taste of God fills me. My thirsty pores drink in the spiritual refreshment.

And when I plan the worship I feel the presence of the inner sanctuary, like the Bible talks about. I step inside, prepare, then simply orchestrate what you have planned. I know your presence.

It is Wednesday. Time again. Hallelujah!

You are all
I could ever want.
You fill me
with living water.
You sing
the songs of heaven
in the sanctuary.
You draw me in,
tell me your stories.
I want to sit
all day long
giving thanks.

Love, Andrea