Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Dear God,


I was writing you in the early morning when my eight-year-old granddaughter came into my bedroom all wrapped in her Tinkerbell blanket. As always she snuggled into bed beside me. I stopped what I was doing and started patting her back. We are always quiet at first. I figure she was still waking up. And then I asked how she had slept the night before.


"School's going to start pretty soon." I told her and she nodded. "You're going to learn so much this year. I remember learning about astronomy in college. Do you know what astronomy is?" She shook her head. I told her that astronomy was the study of the stars.

From there I talked about you, how you were the artist of the night skies. How you waited until it was dark then you took a paint brush, dotting the skies with white and taking glitter and flinging it into the galaxies. That's why the stars twinkle at night I told her.

But I went on to say how I had received a gift in the mail one day. It was a book about the skies, a book of pictures taken from the Hubble telescope. The colors of the stars were exquisite, an array of purples, greens, reds, yellows and blues in differing patterns. I remember turning each page, mesmerized by the amazing scenes.

What we see with our own eyes is not always the entire picture. There is so much more. When you are part of the seeing, there are life lessons to be learned.

My granddaughter eventually turned over and went back to sleep and I was left with my own thoughts. I too am being challenged to look beyond what I see on the surface. All is not just white and shining. You are uncovering truths for me, more of your incredible work. I am learning to look deeper in all of life, to find the kernels of beauty in all things. My search is revealing more and more about you in my life.

Great Revealer,
my joy
is full
when I
place myself
in your hands.
The wonder
of creation,
even my own,
continues to
draw me
closer to you.
Like looking
at the stars,
I see
so much beauty.
You are God,
the true wonder
behind all things.

Love, Andrea