Thursday, April 29, 2010

Dearest God,

For the last three weeks at least once each day my husband has gone outside and inspected the sizable area where I cleared, leveled, raked, brought in top soil and planted patch, a combination of grass seed, fertilizer and mulch lawn repair. Daily he would ask why it hadn't come up yet. Patience, I would tell him, patience. Yesterday he reported the good news that at last we had new grass rising from the fresh earth.

Patience, how many times have you told me to be patient? How many situations have brought me to my knees waiting, waiting, waiting for new life to begin? Every time I had to go to you in prayer to learn that in due season my answers would come. You would breathe on me a willing spirit so that I could see your glory come.

When I pray for patience, I know a trial will come teaching me to quietly wait on you. I always know what a challenge it will be; yet, who does not want to learn from you? Who does not want to grow in faith and mature in wisdom? Who does not want knowledge tinged with grace?

Bend my spirit
to yours,
O God;
make me
into your image.
I want
to be patient,
to learn
your ways,
and to celebrate
your quiet movement.

Love always, Andrea