Saturday, June 21, 2008

Dear God,

I wandered into the center from my casita, darkness still holding on to the night. I wanted to capture the image of the sun rising but the cloud cover was so thick. I did capture just a crack of pinkish red through the clouds.

As I began to write my daily letter, my early morning joy, I looked up from my seat at the round table in the dining area and what I saw was the son rising instead. From my vantage point I looked right into the round chapel area, the altar laden with white cloths, two black floor candlestands on both sides and from there above was the Christ on the cross, his eyes open looking out. The sun shone through the window on the left causing a white shadow on the rust colored wall. The shadow of Christ's legs bent his feet being held by the nail reflected upon the wall. My desire to find the rising of the sun had lead me to the son rising.

One does not know when the face of Jesus will show up. The most unlikely of situations can lend itself toward a revealing of God. In this holy place I can find Christ in every room. St. Francis is just feet away from me. The living water fountain is just adjacent to this room. In the blue room sets pottery, all its elements from the earth fashioned with love from on high. The landscape of this 10,000 acre paradise bespeaks of creation's best.

As we stood early in the morning feeding the horses at the nearby ranch, I eyed the wonder of the Arabian colors. These massive animals are so beautiful. Just one more evidence of God who makes beautiful things.

And I am witness to these things, an amazing recounting of wonder, your own wonderfulness.

To you,
I sing
my praise.
To you
I offer
my thanksgivings.
To you
I offer
my devotion.
To you,
I give
all my love.
To you,
I owe
my life.
With you,
I grow
my faith
in gratitude.

Love, Andrea