Wednesday, July 28, 2010

My dearest God,

Does every day produce a miracle in one's life? When hope rises out of hopelessness, is this not a miracle? What about forgiveness following a dastardly deed of pain? Is it possible that the breaking free of old beliefs that keep the human soul in chains a miracle? And what about new life that suddenly breaks forth out of death?

It seems to me that transformation is the work of the miraculous. How does one so bent on paralyzing behaviors change so dramatically if not for a miracle? And what is a miracle but the work of angels, saints and the Almighty?

Each day as I come to you in our early morning prayer time, I sit with you, listening, watching, anticipating the revelation of yet more of your work in the world. Small remembrances of divine movements appear and I realize the greatness of faith in human living. What privilege and blessing it is to write down on paper the work of heaven.

Your joy
fills my heart
each time
we are together,
God So Full of Grace.
How grateful
I am
to be
in your company.
Let my life count
for your purpose,
I pray.

Love, Andrea