Monday, November 9, 2009

Dear God,

Living what I've learned, I'm trying to live what I have learned while sitting at your feet. I'm taking baby steps, trusting in your will and in myself. Like a toddler learning to walk, I am taking those 1-2-3-4 steps of faith.

You have taught me more about life, about myself and relationships. You have moved me from where I was to where I am. You have called my name and I have come running. You have been busily at work recreating me. I have a new picture; I do believe I am a new creation.

All good things that have come my way are works of the Master; I know this, Great God. It has not been because I was worthy but because you have given me worth. You have placed value on my life and sent me forth to live a life of faith, one that trusts wholeheartedly.

As I soared among the clouds this morning, I looked at your world, your wondrousncreation. At 30,000 feet I gazed upon your artistry, a palette of red and orange, yellow and gold, of brown and green, and white and blue, so many beautiful colors.

I believe you have enabled me to see faith that way as an array of majestic beauty. After all, isn't trust beautiful, that delicate partnership giving so much life? If I were to paint trust, I'd select amber, that rich blending of yellow, gold and brown. And what about hope? For hope, I would use violet, allowing the paint to freely spread across the page. For faith, I'd select yellow and green. Oh, and silence, that willingness of the soul to still, I'd paint silence blue with a mysterious shimmering, glimmering white shining through. A canvas of faith, aah, now that would be something to hang in the halls of the soul.

I see my own life, a continuing construction, a canvas still being painted, a faith constantly being renewed, an image of gratitude.

Thank you
for color,
Master Artist.
As I
gaze upon
your magnificent handiwork,
I acknowledge
once again
your creative power
not only
in nature
but in
human life.
Paint me,
O Lord,
the color
of love.

Always, Andrea