Wednesday, January 20, 2010

My dearest God,

I opened the email containing the pictures of my family taken on Christmas day. As I downloaded them and took my first look, tears welled in my eyes. My heart was filled with gratitude.

One daughter saved from an addiction, another daughter healed of ovarian cancer, another daughter reunited after 13 years, a granddaughter spared after a broken neck, a 2-year-old grandson born prematurely near death progressing well, another granddaughter well after bouts in hospital with histoplasmosis, a granddaughter born on 9/11, a grandson who remembered the cross six years later when told to remember it when he was three years old and me, an 11-year survivor of breast cancer. Miracles, all miracles.

How can
I bring
honor and glory
to your name,
O Lord?
How can
I offer
my praise
and prayers
of thanksgiving?
How can
I live gratefully
each day
just remembering
your mercy
and great love?
Your compassion
extends to
the end
of time.
Holy and Loving God,
my heart
is yours.

Love, Andrea