Thursday, July 15, 2010

Dear God,

I am immersed in song when I go to choir practice. From the moment we step inside the choir room, we start singing. No talking, just singing. We sing so many songs, going from one to the next to the next. By the time I drive home, my voice is worn out, raspy and tired. But that hour and a half is full. My soul feels like it has been on a journey, an adventure seeing new things for the first time and beloved old things again.

I look forward to Thursday nights. It is a little bit like going an a mini vacation doing something I really love. While I am there, I take in all the sights and sounds, opening my insides to something wonderful.

Music does that for me. It gives me a time to release whatever has been stored up all week. Maybe it is frustration or irritation or worry. As I surrender the unnecessary elements that have taken hold of me, I find myself embraced by beautiful sounds and images that drive me to heaven.

I ride
on angel wings
each week
knowing I
will find you.
I anticipate
the joy
I will experience.
It is
your gift,
a blessing
from on high.

Always yours, Andrea