Friday, December 19, 2008

Dearest God,

I love the early morning hours in December. I come into my uncommon room, turn on Christmas lights and Christmas music, light a scented candle and then write to you. In my idyllic setting I feel such a sense of calming peace. I know in these moments that my heart is in the right place, my spirit is open and my mind is free to think on matters of the spirit.

As I write you from the center of my heart, I discover hidden treasures of faith. If it were not for this time, I am not certain that I could really make it through difficult days. But during these moments I know my Source, I cling to you, I listen, finding comfort, compassion and hope. My own little piece of heaven challenges me to trust you even more. You recharge my batteries before sending me off into the world of ministry.

I drink in your spirit and I tell myself I am ready to serve, to love and to walk the line of faith. Some days require more faith than others. When I feel low or not well, these moments are a gift from heaven, nearly miraculous at times. How is it possible to feel so low and then rise so high if not for you? Indeed my miracles occur in the darkness of the mornings leading to Christmas.

I am so grateful.

Loving you
humbles me,
teaching me
to remember
than I am
but a small
living spot
on the planet.
My existence
means little
without you.
With you
I hear again
my belovedness
and I know
for sure
how much
I am loved
by you.
Most Great
and Beautiful God,
no treasure
is greater
than you.

Love, Andrea