Monday, July 6, 2009

Dear God,

What a delight very early this morning to drive to the beach finding only one man with two dogs. I hurried to dance in the shadow of a three story house waiting for the sun to rise above it. More Like You, I sang, more like you. More like you, Jesus, more like you.

Made in the image of God. Who can look, act and sound like God? On one hand the answer is no one. On the other hand the answer is everyone. When I raise my hands in humble praise as I dance for you, I take on the hue of holiness. I look more like you. When I offer my prayer of love and adoration, in thanksgiving and joy, I sound more like you. When I give myself to someone else in an act of faith, I act more like you.

To be sure I am a broken vessel. My clay has many fine lines, sins, mistakes I have made. But a closer look will reveal cracks brought back together with the healing salve of heaven. I will break again and again. Some of the places will be ugly, others will be better after the break and repair. But there is part of me that resembles you, those places where I gave rather than took, where I loved instead of hated, where I forgave rather than harbored resentment. More like you, Lord, make me more like you.

Who can look
into the
face of God
and live?
Who can know
the awesome presence
of Loveliness?
You build
into us
a desire
and an ability
to live
in the midst
of injustice,
pain and sorrow.
You show us
your image
when we see
love lived out
in others.
When I look
for you,
I do not
have to look
very far.
You are
as near
as the breath
I breathe.
You are God;
there is
no other.
Today you are
my vision
of loveliness.
Make me more
like you,
dearest Savior,
more like you.

Love, Andrea