Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Dearest God,

A caterpillar becomes a butterfly. A bulb becomes a flower. A baby becomes an adult. Over time transformation takes place.

I am watching souls change before my eyes. Persons whose faith was but a bud, now maturing into full blossom. I see it in their eyes, hear it in my ears. Faith blooming.

Persons who walk beside me in your church are allowing faith to take root. At first there is curiosity and then more than that. They are tasting and seeing the fruits of your love and grace. They like it. And that's when I see the bud burst from the ground, a seed deeply placed now showing itself proudly. A bud rising in the light, looking to the light to give it the stamina to rise tall, to stretch and produce a bright and beautiful flower with leaves of faith spread out for the world to see. Radiant color filling what was once an empty space. The light coaxing the flower to its full beauty.

Transformation is the miraculous act of love. Its roots find love and then stretch out and grow in love. This is the work of the spirit, the spirit that brings new life. One flower leads to another until a whole garden appears.

I see the garden growing in your church. It is not an obligation, a forced piece of work. It is the natural work of God. As the Master Gardener you tend to your garden, watering, weeding, pruning, harvesting. You speak life to your garden and it speaks back. "Glory to you, Most High."

An incredible sight. One that breeds faith to other empty spaces, lost souls. And the work of transformation begins again.

You are Life itself.
All things grow
at your call.
They love
to hear your voice.
We love
to hear your voice.
The sweet melody
of love
calling out
to the planted seeds.
Come to life,
you cry out.
And like children
we take root
and grow.
Who could not grow
in your light and love?
Every child
in the planet
started as a seed.
Nurtured in the soil
of love,
we can be more.
Transformation.

Loving you always, Andrea