Tuesday, February 16, 2010

My dearest God,

Can there be anything more beautiful than someone singing your praise? My colleague and friend called yesterday. He shared the ways the doors swung open the day before, how the lights turned on, and the ways images came to him. What seemed so far away before was now at his fingertips. His voice was filled with enthusiasm, hope, joy and thanksgiving as he declared your wondrous works.

Sometimes, O Lord, we wait so long for the answers to our questions and doubts. Our fears paralyze us incapacitating us. Such robbery of the soul makes it impossible for us to receive the gifts you so much want to give us. Like the creation scene on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel we long to extend our hand to touch yours, to know your strength, your glorious power and gracious love so deep and wide. We want our faith to reach heights beyond our knowing because we intimately know the One whose love created the very fabric of our being. We desire your touch like the first time you took the stuff of what makes us human and placed a piece of yourself within us. We sense that call home to our originator if for no other reason than to celebrate our oneness.

Such moments of sharing build our life of faith. They teach us that you are to be trusted, that your love extends way beyond our own abilities and that we can by your grace rise to higher levels of faithfulness. They reveal to us how you hear every prayer and and how you long to heal us. They lovingly plunge us into the bottomless reservoir of sublime joy.

There are
no adequate words
to describe
your amazing grace,
dearest God.
We who
have witnessed
your creative hand
in the world
want to
sing out
your praise
into eternity.
You are worthy,
O God;
you are worthy.

Love, Andrea