Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Dearest God,

I walked out of WalMart early this morning just as the huge pink ball rose into the sky. I began to sing, "Thine be the glory, risen conquering Son..." A gorgeous sunrise and a glorious song came together before 7:15 a.m.

You are full of surprises, O God. I never know what will come; I just know that it will. As I train myself to listen, to anticipate, to watch, to be aware, I know that you will reveal yourself in the world. Perhaps it will be in nature or in an unspoken word. Maybe it will be a song or gesture, even a random act of kindness. Whatever it is, it waits to be discovered again and again.

Rise up,
O God,
let your
glory shine
that I
may sing out
your praise.

Love, Andrea