Thursday, June 25, 2009

Dearest God,

Your face changes for me. It is one time a female face, the next time a child's face or a male face. It can be my daughter, a friend, a grandchild, a girl at my church, a nurse or doctor. Sometimes even the face of a stranger.

Made in the image of God. Who can wear the face of God? Who can carry God's name? Who is worthy? Whose voice do I hear calling out my name? The sweet voice of heaven.

At times I lose my way. When my heart is aching, my soul is wandering, my mind is swirling, I cannot see my way clear. I cry out expecting an immediate answer. When I need help, I reach out praying for an outstretched hand to grab hold. And sometimes when I don't "feel" anything, I simply wait patiently using my knowledge of your presence.

Today as I rested from my hospital adventure I trusted in you. When my insides still felt awful and my body was so weary from the internal assault, I lay in my bed breathing in the light of your presence. For surely as everything else felt askew, this one thing, your loving presence held me steady.

Your face,
your voice
present themselves
to me.
I know them.
For I
have seen
your face,
heard your voice
before.
Tears of gratitude
bubble up
and overflow
in prayer.
I love you,
Lord,
for again
you have been
my salvation.

Love, Andrea