Friday, May 9, 2008

Dearest God,

"Be thou my vision, O Lord of my heart." The pianist played the song as I sat cross legged in my living room. My House of Blessing is the unfolding vision.

It was nearly 20 years ago when a spiritual mentor foresaw in my future my own retreat center. He gave a name to my vision and dream of many years. I would lead others to the place of God, give them a quiet opportunity to tarry, to discover the mysteries within them planted at the day of their conception. No one is a happenstance, each one your beloved.

I started with the Spring Iris room. Layers of purple and violet, this room fills with light each morning. The lilacs seem to grow more beautiful day by day. I was lead to this picture a few months ago and I knew it was destined for this room. Framed in silver wood, it is so lovely, so peaceful a setting.

Again I set in a posture on the floor praying for each one who would stay in this room. I asked your angels to fill the room, to attend to each person who would journey to the House of Blessing seeking your face, wanting your presence, needing to lighten their load, experiencing the wondrous love only you can give. Tears filled my eyes as I saw love come alive. The Spring Iris room now has its angel cards lying next to the bed. The angels are ready for the first pilgrim.

Over and over I have heard you speak to me of prayer for the threshold of the front door, for all who will enter the House of Blessing, looking, seeking, exploring your wondrous divine mysteries. It will be the the last place I pray before the doors swing open.

My home is in a state of preparation. Yard and garden work, fresh paint in the living room and hallway, and decorative touches that bespeak your loveliness are all in the works. Even as I clean and prepare, I sense your nearness, your will being done.

Obedience leads me. She is kind, ever whispering your dream for our home.

Kind and Lovely Jesus,
this is your dwelling place.
May you find
your presence
always welcome.
May you know
the love
each pilgrim
will bring.
And may
my heart
be ever yours.

Love, Andrea