Saturday, November 22, 2008

Dear God,

Working beside Linda gives me a sense of being in your loving presence. She sees, feels, and understands the working of your spirit. I know what she is going for when we work together on my book. She has an eye for the Divine. As a macro photographer she is able to capture the intricacies of a snow flake, the iris in a bird's eye, the smile on a running squirrel. And when I tell her what I "see" she is able to make things happen on a computer with her pictures.

Today we completed our work. I wrote the check. I am pleased. I feel as though there have been three of us working on my book, You, Linda and I. I wrote my first story the day after Christmas last year. You had put the project in my spirit. By New Year's I wrote several more. Now 50 in my collection I am ready to put it all together. A gift of Christmas.

Some days I wonder how it is your spirit is so powerfully present in my life. It is true that I am on a constant search. I want to know you more. I want to live in the middle of a spirit life with you as my center. I want my life to count for something more than the daily regiment of activities. I want to live in gratitude. I want to give my best to you and my worst in the hopes that you will rub the raw edges making something useful to the world. I want to live meaningfully every day knowing that my days are spent in you.

I am grateful to the Lindas in the world, those persons who seem to know the way to you. They have a sixth sense if you will, a sense that there is more to life than what meets the eye. Oh yes, the eye can see it but not in the usual sense of things. A teeny falling snowflake is a sign of you to Linda, a webbed design of your making. She believes that you are in the flake because you are the source of its being. When she is able to capture a perfect flake, the picture becomes yet another sign of your presence in the cosmos.

What joy
my heart feels
when I
encounter you,
Ever-Creating God.
My love
for you grows
as I
wait and watch,
as I
long and search,
as I
listen and follow.
You direct me
and every time
I am mystified
by our presence.
Nothing
is so beautiful
and sacred
as you,
Holy God.
In your presence
I can
only give thanks.

Loving you today, Andrea