Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Dearest God,

You have taken me on a trail back to the past. Like riding in a trolley car being shown the sights, I am visiting events of my own history. I have written memories, lifted out of my soul. Christmas, Thanksgiving, Epiphany, Winter Solstice, Special Events that I am compiling in a book. Fifty some odd memories.

Today I sat at my new kidney-shaped desk from the 1930's, I think, and edited my stories. In the twilight of Maine, seated at my bay window which gives me a view of the old paver sidewalks and the restored homes of the early 1800's, I thought back with you. The characters in my life were living again. Parents, grandparents, extended family were animated, sharing their life experiences one more time.

Breathing in memories of the past warmed my soul. They got me back in touch with a part of myself carved out in a specific time in history. I remembered my loved ones offering me wisdom, challenge and admonishment about my own history-making ability. With decades of history to be shaped at the time, I now look back to see where I carried their priceless gems forward and how and where I veered, making my own path.

Wrapped in the warmth of family love, I gently edited each story. I realized the gifts I've been given across the years.

God of the past,
thank you
for the gentle walk
through my life.
For the memories
and a time
to reflect,
smile,
and enjoy,
I am thankful.
God of the present,
thank you
for present moments
of presence,
of love
and joy.
Thank you
for what
I am able
to see
right now,
right where
I am.
God of the future,
please be patient
with me
as I lag behind
at times,
not always engaged.
Pull me
to yourself,
cause me
to walk
with grace,
in peace
and harmony
with the world.
Keep your light
ever burning
so I will forever
walk toward you.

Love, Andrea