Saturday, April 12, 2008

Dear God,

The day dawned beautiful. My daffodils stood tall and straight reaching for the sky. And so did my little crocus leaves, no flowers left because the rabbits took great delight in eating them.

The sunshine warmed not only my skin but also my soul. A lot of gray, cool, and rainy days have taken its toll. I sat outside with friends feeling the gentle breeze of springtime.

The seasonal changes are good for me. I have discovered the beauty in every season. I no longer complain about the current season wishing for another season to come. I sit still in the season present and I count the many blessings in it.

One time during a particularly long winter, I counted the spectacular, unique snowflakes as they fell on my windshield. I could hardly believe the array of varying sizes and shapes all coming from the clouds. So enamoured with the flakes, I stood outside in the parking lot raising my arms up, my palms open watching with great delight as the tiny whites puddled in my hands. I smiled, praying my thanksgiving.

Springtime brings new birth to my soul. Having crossed the desert in Lent and felt the aridity of dry ground, I revel in the tender shoots of new growth. The soil of my heart has been prepared again to receive the seed that will magically, mystically grow to some new height. I sit still allowing the waterfall of living water to spill all over me and I play like a child with a squirting hose on a hot, sticky summer day.

This morning I sit in wonder.

Holy of Holies,
Great Master of All,
King of Kings,
Lavish God,
thank you.

Love, Andrea