Saturday, January 31, 2009

Dearest, dearest God,

I cry out into the darkness knowing, believing you are present. I stumble and fall but a shaft of light shines just enough to keep me moving forward.

Who can know the mind of Christ who calls out? Who can be sure of his voice? Who can trust, ultimately trust believing that you will reveal yourself?

I remember: the light and the darkness, they are the same. For you are author and creator of both. You are God of the light and God of the darkness.

One who knows your voice from birth knows your voice always. Listening for the sweet sounds keeps one centered, knowing, believing that you lead your children when they cry out. You do not abandon, not for a moment.

Even in my doubts and fears, I lift up my voice in praise. You know my plight. Your love extends to the deepest places and I am found to be lifted up, making me capable of the journey of faith. For you are God and I am your child.

Manna,
I find
bits of manna
along the route.
You teach me,
the path
is full
of learning.
I follow
your voice.
I follow
your voice.
O God,
I follow
your voice.

Loving you makes life possible, Andrea