Wednesday, February 24, 2010

My dearest God,

You speak in the least likely places as if to see whether I am listening. Today as a monitor for a national exam with more than 300 people, in the quiet you came to me in a vision. What I saw was two broken, dangling threads suddenly meet and unite forming a circle. I have waited decades for this reunion.

It seems to me that all human seed has within its DNA a divine picture of you. At birth the infant begins the long journey called life. Carrying the face of God, one's value is seen by those around him or her but especially by the carrier, noticing in the mirror each day the twinkle of God's eye, knowing your love in the beating heart and beauty in the watchful soul.

When something happens to mar the image, a false picture appears. The heart loses its rhythm. The shattered soul finds itself on a diverging path, one with twists and turns, hearing often dark sounds of the night. Stumbling in the darkness, one falls, wounding the body further. Not always recognizing the loss of great value, the journey changes, the wrestling begins and a search for hope commences sometimes taking a whole lifetime to find one's own intricate worth. Without your picture within us, it is difficult to find our purpose, to reach our destiny, to accept our own infinitesimal worth and celebrate the glorious joy that is ours.

Today on the way to the exam location, I kept looking in the mirror supposedly to see how my hair looked but once the vision appeared, I realized it wasn't my hair I sought to see but the face of God looking back at me.

Eternal God,
Mender of Broken Threads,
what is there
to say
that will
adequately describe
my full heart's thanksgiving?
I see
your face
in my own.
The bond
of never-ending love
is strong.
The ruined picture
has been
taken up
by the wind,
replaced by
heaven's own imagination.
Gratitude,
my Savior,
you will always
have my
heartfelt gratitude.

Love, Andrea






Early in life a thread was cut thrusting me in a precarious situation.