Thursday, May 14, 2009

Dearest God,

I walked down the hospital corridor and saw a note pinned to a wall. Written by an eight year old boy Elliott had written a letter to God. "Sometimes I think about you even when I'm not praying." He wrote.

Sometimes I think about you even when I'm not praying. Isn't life about thinking about you every moment, carrying you in our soul with every breath? Isn't life about living with you in our whole being? Isn't life about God and God's human companion? And what about life is not sacred? I remember reveling that a woman in the hospital had a bowel movement after a bowel obstruction had placed her in the hospital. Finding you in the midst of every kind of situation is what life is about for me. How could I possibly celebrate life without you? Life with you is a one continuous grand celebration.

I found you in the lines of a little boy's letter, a heartfelt writing letting you know how he felt, what he thought. I saw a young child thinking about deep matters and I loved it. I found you on the third floor at Methodist Hospital.

All praise,
yes,
all praise
to you,
Glorious God.
I find you
in the
most beautiful places...
on the street,
in the hospital,
in the parking lot,
at the grocery,
at the movies
and in the library.
You are everywhere,
God Most Lovely.

Loving you, Andrea