Wednesday, April 23, 2008

Dear God,

We sat there in my study, pausing, thinking, reflecting, wondering about God, faith, blind trust, and hope. We all stood together under a canopy of light, a divine light that always shines when people are seeking the sacred path to understanding. We listened for your voice in the midst of our own.

Reaching greater depths of faith with friends must be life's greater goal. Stretching the boundaries, visiting foreign spiritual places, putting a toe out into unknown arenas is risky, scary. Yet, it's what we are all doing in your name.

We are gently examining the life of Mother Teresa, the great saint of the poor. We are looking for signs of entrance into a deep life lived in love with Jesus. She is leading us to him and we are following.

As I am being lead into the corridors where I have not always been comfortable going with others, I realize my own responsibility to share what I have learned at your feet. When I asked someone recently about an experience I had, I was told that most people aren't even aware that such experiences exist. One dear friend told me that I see and experience things that most people never see and experience. On one hand I was shocked. On the other hand I wondered about myself. I'm neither better nor worse than anyone else. I'm certainly no more special than any other human on the planet. I don't question the fact that you have visited me so many times. That would be a waste of my thought. I know my experiences are real and have come from your hand. I'm not even asking why. I sit with them, carry them with me, share them as the situation arises to do so.

At this time in my life I feel safe to share these glorious experiences. Even if others minimize, trivialize, or don't understand, it's okay. It doesn't change anything inside me. I remain who I am in love with the God who creates me anew every day. A new day has dawned.

We come
by ourselves.
We come
together.
We come
wondering,
questioning,
watching,
expecting,
sometimes afraid,
sometimes in awe,
sometimes unsure.
But we come.
For one reason only.
You called.

Love, Andrea