Sunday, December 28, 2008

Dear God,

Today my legs felt like rubber. I wasn't sure I could stand to preach. I prayed for steel in my legs. And you gave it to me.

Sometimes I feel like I simply can't face something or I can't do something. I know I can't do it alone. I am too weak, too fragile or vulnerable. And so I pray in earnest, what I call a pleading prayer. I am like a nagging child who will not stop until I am heard. And you come to me, giving me what I need. Not because I deserve it or I am special but because you have heard my prayers and you help me.

How many thousand times have you done it? How many moments have been changed because you ministered to me? How many, Lord, how many?

My life with you is interactive, an ongoing relationship between two. I don't pretend to be on the same level with you but your invitation to an authentic relationship is one I welcome. Not always, of course. Sometimes I go about my business seemingly without you. But always I am aware of you. What would I be without you?

Thank you
for the steel.
I stood
straight and tall
because
you propped
me up.
My life
of faith
props me up
every day.
My faith
convinces me
that every day
is a wondrous gift.
I live life
believing that
we walk together.
Why on earth
would I choose
to walk alone?
There aren't
enough thank you's
to express
my gratitude.
So I
give you
my love.

Always, Andrea