Friday, April 9, 2010

Dear God,

As I sit at my kitchen table writing, I can see my contemplative garden out my window. A very gentle breeze stirs the iris leaves. Oh, to be so pliable, so flexible, so willing to allow your spirit to move me so easily.

The word trust keeps coming up inside me and others. I hear friends and family members talk about trust. Sometimes I hear fear in their voices. At other times I hear a peaceful calm, a quiet joy as they share the ways in which they trusted you and found their direction. Always I enjoy the sparkle in their eye, like an arrow pointing to you.

You have shown me that trusting you leads to a serene life. Not that life will be easy. Not that it will be perfect. It is just that trust allows those constant sirens in the soul to shut down, to stop overworking. When I trust in you, I have strength from on high. I am able to do things I thought I could not do and I have a sweet peace while doing it.

How grateful
I am
that the
smallest thing,
an iris leaf,
can speak
to me
of trust
and peace,
O Lord.
I see
tremendous beauty
in life
when I
am able
to give myself
to the teachings
of nature.
Make me quiver
at the
slightest movement
of your
spirit breath,
I pray.

Love, Andrea