Sunday, November 2, 2008

Dearest God,

The fresh scent of a newborn baby! The beauty of a new life, a small, little person at the very beginning of life is a sacred sight to behold. Today I beheld the wonder of new faith.

Rick is a sign of new faith growing, a trust in you, like a newborn. I have watched him take hold of faith much like a toddler reaching out for a new toy. He is real; his faith is genuine.

Like tender shoots rising from a spring garden, there is a freshness of faith erupting in our midst. How refreshing from dead, stale faith that has lost its passion, its fervor or from faith gone astray for its own benefit.

I have given my life to help seeds take root. On purposeful occasions I have watered, even uprooted weeds that have come up to distract from the real thing. I have watched the seed grow and bear fruit. And I have bent down to give thanks for a new sign of God.

Your tender
new shoot,
a new sign
of your presence
has been revealed.
New growth,
a pure heart,
faith in progress,
we bow down
to give thanks
to you.

Love, Andrea