Monday, September 1, 2008

My dearest God,

How lovely is your earth when the sun begins to roll back the darkness. A fresh new day beginning. I peeked out the window, allowing my soul to regenerate.

I painted my uncommon room during the day. My House of Blessing is more and more ready for the movement of your spirit. While I painted, I kept being distracted by sounds at the windows. Two hummingbirds played among the flowers, circling the small tree at the end of the pond. And I listened to the quiet all morning long. What a cherished time!

My youngest daughter called breaking the silence. I told her I was painting my uncommon room and something came up about me being non regular. We broke into laughter several times. I drank in the love when she said, "I love you, Mom." So much healing, renewal and restoration in her voice.

By the end of the day I continued editing my book of reflections. My life lived in the middle. One story after another. I could see your hand in my life across many years.

I am more aware this year than ever before of my age and health. I wander not too far into the future wondering what my 62nd year on earth will be like. Will it be peaceful? Will it produce a season of hope and gratitude? Will I lay down my need to control my life and find rest in you? Will I trust more?

"One day at a time, sweet Jesus," like the song goes, "one day at a time."

One day,
one day
at a time,
that's all
I have today.
But it's enough.
Hold the reigns
of my life;
keep me
from falling
too far
into the future.
Lend me
your help
in trusting you
one day
at a time.
You are
all I need.

Love, Andrea