Sunday, November 23, 2008

Dearest God,
.
Another day in your presence. I felt emotional as I awakened. A sorrow struck me and I felt sad and weepy. Yet I still had to finish my sermon. I still had to trust you. I still had to fulfill my call to preach the gospel. I still had to stay in your presence.

As I walked the halls of your home, I saw again signs of holy joy. Those who were preparing the Thanksgiving dinner. Those who were singing special music. Those who were greeting people. Those who were hugging. Those who were sharing with one another. I saw so many smiles. Your home on 52nd Street is a happy home.

I realize that life can always be better, not because my situation changes, but because I am always challenged to rise up, to lift up, to reach up, to hold up. When I am open to looking around, to anticipating, to searching and finding, I am enabled to move up in my spirit and my trust in you.

Although I was weak and my energy slipping away at the hospital when I visited a friend, I still knew your holding power. My trust brought me home to my bed where I could rest. I have learned to take hold of your hand, to breathe in trust, and know that my ultimate destiny rests only in you. When I feel my health failing in a moment of time, I rest in the belief that I am in your hands. Whether on earth or in heaven, I know trust is always the answer.

I trust
in you,
my Wondrous God.
You make
my heart beat,
my lungs breathe,
my mind
to be fixed
on you.
You teach me
in precarious moments
to trust
more and more deeply.
With no guarantees
on the horizon,
I learn
to trust
in you.
My health
and everything else
about me
is in
your hands.
I am grateful.

Love, Andrea