Monday, October 27, 2008

Monday, October 27, 2008

Dearest God,

Waking in the early morning darkness gives me the opportunity to watch with my own eyes the unfolding drama of a new day. I am witness to night turning to dusk and dusk turning to dawn. I watch with great interest the brightness of the new day coming.

This process is happening in my own life. I have felt the heaviness of darkness for some time now but while in darkness, the light of your spirit has been nourishing my soul. I live with intentionality; therefore, I make sure I am aware of each day and the part I am to play in it. Recent days have contributed to my sense that a dawn is coming. I am beginning to see dusk where shadows give way, revealing life.

Beginning once again to grab hold of the truth of "Know one's own self," I have flowed with your spirit, strengthening my inner core. What good is life without an internal core that flows from the Almighty? I have learned again to trust you, to trust you to lead me to a trust in myself. You have revealed many truths to me in recent weeks. I am attempting to follow those because to do so is to find the fullness of who I am in your light and grace. I want to go from strength to strength rather than from weakness to weakness. And I am confident that this strength comes from a divine reservoir.

I rise with new determination, trusting in you and my own intuition. I know where courage comes from and I understand the benefits of drawing soft lines in the sand. I know what I need and I am trusting in you as you lead my future. I have found the hidden treasure. I know the location of the well of living water. I carry my bucket with me to fill my own vessel when I'm dry but also to carry some extra water with me for other thirsty souls I meet during my day. What good is a bucket for one?

I see the day dawning as I hear the bells toll once again. I follow the bell to worship.

Loving One,
I stand
at your side,
knowing that
my life
is in your hand.
Forgive me, please,
when I take matters
into my own hands,
when I fail
to ask you first
rather than last.
Allow your teachings
to take root
in my soul.

Love, Andrea