Sunday, December 7, 2008

Dear God,

We picked out our Christmas tree this afternoon. On a truly cold and crisp Sunday afternoon we didn't have to look too long. We actually picked out the one my husband found first. The scent of pine filled the car by the time I drove in the driveway.

I put on the Christmas music as we put up the tree. With branches held tightly to its side, I filled the holder with water and let the branches soak it up. During the next couple of hours while we watched a Christmas movie, I occasionally looked over at the tree that will soon be covered with lights and ornaments. With my frosties already aglow on my mantle, I felt the first labor pain of Mary who waited to give birth. I too am waiting to give birth to your spirit in my home.

As we concluded the day with devotions I could hear Henri Nouwen speak the words about prayer and spiritual conversation. I thought how blessed I am to be part of such conversations about me. Sitting like Mary at your feet, learning and listening, brings great joy to my heart and my spirit. I realize how much you are the center out of which I live. I don't always act like you are at the center but my essential reality is that you are at the center of my being and I long to keep you there, learning how to live from there every moment of every day.

I feel a sense of anticipation, like the season of mystery is beginning to unfold yet another year. This, my favorite season, will feed me for a whole year and I am grateful.

To you
my Great Beloved
I turn
as I write
and reflect
and think
about you
and this season
of mystery.
The new
is coming;
the old
will step aside
and the new
will become.
For the season,
for the anticipation,
for the glory
and the joy,
I give thanks.

Love, Andrea