Sunday, August 30, 2009

Dearest God,

Winding along back roads to find the little church in the country, I sensed your beautiful spirit alive. With my windows down and the air breathing into my car, I felt the crisp air of Autumn. Change is coming again soon, I told myself, and the season will paint the landscape in reds, oranges, yellows and gold. The leaves will show off their color hidden since spring. And then soon thereafter the branches will let go as the leaves flutter to the ground.

Sometimes I want to hang on to a season. I want to revel in the joy present. At other times I am ready to let go, willing to surrender unwanted feelings and emotions. But seasons come together, melding into one another. Sometimes it is difficult to see when the last season ended and the new began.

Such is life when faith enters the season of doubt or discomfort. Wearing faith for a while works on the soul and suddenly the season of hope awakens within. And hope seeds confidence and courage. New color emerges and surprises await those anticipating it.

Trust comes in all seasons when faith is present. I get up on Sunday mornings and drive to church because I want to keep hope, trust and faith alive. I want to join worshippers who are looking for the same things I am. And somehow in my hunt exhibiting my faith becomes a surprise of God to someone else. The season of witness.

It is
the season
of you,
dearest God.
May I
model faith
that points
to you,
I pray.

Love, Andrea