Thursday, March 11, 2010

My dear God,

I thought you might actually step out of the fog a couple mornings ago. I had gotten up before dawn and looked outside. A low-lying fog covered the ground. I stepped outside on the front porch, sat in a wicker chair and just watched the fog. I waited.

Maybe I've seen too many movies. Maybe I've romanticized your coming. On the other hand, I have an expectancy. How many times when I was in a fog did you appear? I haven't enough toes and fingers to count your appearances to me when I was confused, treading in murky waters. You came when least expected. When I saw the mystical fog 48 hours ago, I just sat and gave thanks for the many encounters of the past.

You are good,
kind and compassionate,
Wondrous God.
I know
I am blessed
because you
are the
greatest blessing
in my life.
Your visitations
touch my life
in ways
beyond my imagining.
You are
a very
present source
of love
in the world.
You bring peace
when no one
else can.
Thank you
for the
beautiful fog
and every,
even more beautiful,
encounter.

Love, Andrea