Sunday, July 11, 2010

My dearest God,

Something happens to me when we sing particular songs in church. While we sing It is Well with My Soul, I literally stand on the ship with Horatio Spafford, a grieving father of four, whose daughters perished in a great storm. As faith welled within him in his grief, he composed the words to this grace-filled song. What solace he must have felt as you poured the words into him. As he placed them on paper, he must have seen the light break through the dark, threatening clouds. He must have felt the angels' touch on both sides holding him up. He must have sailed away in peace having seen your face.

I am deeply moved by heaven's songs, songs that contain your message from on high. I let the words collect in my soul giving my own heart an oomphh when I need them. I open my insides to the angelic tunes that waft in my inner being reminding me of your glorious presence. On Sunday mornings and sometimes throughout the rest of the week those same songs will sing to me filling me with joy.

I am confident that you engage your people every day. I am certain that you whisper to us and allow us to cling to you when disappointment, loss or hurt take hold of us. I am positive that you offer us life-giving grace when we have screwed up our lives or the lives of others. When shame, embarrassment or guilt comes over us, I believe you rustle our mind to make things right, to ease the suffering of those we have hurt and then you come to us with forgiveness. I know your compassion is present when our hearts and spirits are broken. I am sure your love draws us to you when we are in pain.

Speak, O Lord,
and I
will listen.
Sing and
I will hear.
Move and
I will move
with you.
Teach and
I will learn.
Love and
I will
love back.
Make your
ways mine,
dearest God,
that I
will resemble you
as light
in the darkness.

Love, Andrea