Monday, January 12, 2009

Dearest God,

Only one light shines in my uncommon room, one light to the left behind me. Everything else is dark as I look at the rest of the room and out of the windows. Why is it that I love this time of day when all is so quiet and my tiny part of the world is not yet awake?

I guess I am able to hear you better in the early morning. No television is on. No people are talking. There are no sounds of lawn mowers or snow blowers. All is quiet except for the sound of the furnace kicking on and the chimes ringing as a gentle breeze blows. My mind is not so cluttered or plagued by a thousand things yet.

Years ago I used to awaken after the sun. Now I am up before the sun. I always wanted to do devotions in the morning as a way to begin my day but I could never quite make it happen. But now for whatever reason I begin my day in the dark as I spend my intentional time with you.

I draw in strength every morning. Some days more than others. I find courage to move forward, to plan, to prepare, to orchestrate my work. I breathe in peace and try to find a focus that will allow nothing to move me to something less. It doesn't always work. But I can't imagine what it would be like without these deliberate quiet moments.

And so I am glad to be with you stealing away prized moments before busyness takes over.

My heart
is glad
to be
with you.
My soul rests
in your loving care.
I draw
from the well
of living water.
I drink
and know
my parchedness
will give way
to fullness.
I am blessed
not because
I am worthy
but because
I am loved.

Loving you, Andrea