Sunday, September 7, 2008

Dear God,

Drawn to the words of Mary, your mother, "My soul proclaims the glory of my Lord..." I lay on the floor in prayer, tears streaming down the sides of my face. Praying for friends, praying for quiet leadership, praying for strength and help to lead your people in worship this morning, I trusted in your spiritual aid.

As I entered your home, I felt so apart, so separate, allowing you to feed my own soul, giving me the nourishment I needed to open the day of worship for us. I prayed for your grace at work within me.

In the middle of fellowship I felt the prick of pain in my soul. I needed every ounce of heavenly hope to lead worship, to preach your word. While my soul was filled with deep sadness, I pleaded for your lifting power, lifting me to the place of spiritual strength, that added power from on high, something that cannot be manufactured, only trusted. I reached, leaned in, took hold. With trembling knees and an aching heart, you sent your saints and angels to hold me. And I proclaimed your word with every conviction in my heart.

I trusted you, only you. My eyes were on you alone. I watched for the slightest move of your Spirit and I followed. My hope was in you.

O Living Spirit,
keep me
at your side.
Let me not
wander far away.
Let me trust
in you
to lead me.
I take
your outstretched hand
and I walk,
trying to look ahead,
not to the right
or to the left,
but ahead,
where you lead me.

Love, Andrea