Friday, July 17, 2009

Dearest God,

I often long to hear your voice, to let my heart be stilled. Sometimes the voice comes from a child. "I love you, Grandma," my three-year-old granddaughter says to me all bundled in her sleeping bag next to mine. Her sleepy little face is so expressive, so loving. "I love you too," I respond back to her.

Sometimes I look to the sky thinking erroneously that the voice will come from on high. For a long time I longed to hear it from one voice, but it did not come with any authenticity. I have learned to anticipate your voice however and whenever it comes. It may be a child, a voice reading scripture in church, a song being sung, a prayer uttered or a stranger in an unexpected conversation. Your voice does come most often in unexpected ways. The surprise keeps me on my toes in anticipation.

Thank you,
Lord,
for your word.
For every word
of hope,
of encouragement,
of love,
of grace,
compassion and mercy.
Your word
is life
to me.
I am
so grateful.

Love, Andrea