Monday, May 31, 2010

Dear God,

I worked in the closet all day as I listened to music written by those with soul. Sweet Hour of Prayer. It is Well with My Soul. Eternal Father Strong to Save. Nearer My God to Thee. Abide with Me. O God Beyond All Praising.

While I washed the woodwork and floor, sanded irregularities, filled cracks and holes, sanded a few more times, swept and washed the floor again and painted, I sang, hummed and whistled all the while drawing close to you. I felt as if the space where I labored was filled with you.

Something happens inside me as I allow music to penetrate my soul. Like opening a door and saints and angels walking through. They stir gently within me, whispering truths of heaven. They unlock secrets to mysteries waiting to be solved. They touch me, inspiring me to greater faith and love.

Although I was painted up good (I am such a sloppy detailed painter), my fingers sticking together with oil paint, a glob of white in my hair and on my socks imprinting the same image each time I moved, I felt so blessed to be in your beautiful presence.

It makes
no difference
where I am
or what
I am doing,
you come
to me.
Not because
I am worthy
or favored
but because
your love
is that big.
You wash
over me,
leaving behind
a residue
of pure joy.
What can
I say
to you,
God Most Loving?

Forever yours, Andrea