Saturday, May 9, 2009

My dearest God,

Your face, your voice comes to me in surprising ways. I had a dark night of the soul last week. I woke up and everything dark came to me. I tried to fight it asking your son to fight for me. I finally put on a monk's song, music from the soul. The music put me to a restful sleep.

The sun had already risen later when I opened my eyes. Beside me my eight year old granddaughter was all cuddled up in the covers. "Hi Grandma." These words were words of Christ for me. They bore the marks of a relationship. Love spoke the words to me. "Hi, Sweet Pea." I whispered back to her.

One gracious, very gracious gift you have given me is the ability to anticipate your voice, your face every day. What is a day without you? Either you are with us or you are not. I have seen you thousands of days across my lifetime. I know now that it is not possible to spend one day without you. And so I wait for you to come, to be revealed. Countless ways I have witnessed you. Today it was an eight year old voice, the face of innocence, beauty and goodness. She was a gift of grace to me.

Speak,
O Lord,
and I will listen.
Reveal yourself
to me
and I will
humbly bow.
You are
the joy
in my soul.

Gratefully, Andrea