Monday, August 9, 2010

My dearest God,

Yesterday I was lifted and rode on spirit clouds. After a journey at such high altitudes, where is there to go but slowly downward?

During the festival I became very hot, red faced and weak. I told my body it simply could not collapse during our singing; yet, my legs felt shaky. Wet cloths, a quick ride home and a trip to bed helped although today I felt really washed out. So I stayed in bed longer this morning and just took it real easy. The memories of last evening quietly pulsed through my veins as I reflected upon the sweetness of your grace.

How often have you returned me to memory lane, that wondrous path of glory events, to share with me the goodness of your love and amazing faithfulness? When I have been down or ill, or upset or disappointed, you invited me to join you on a trip to yesteryear to view the impossible made possible, the hopelessness turned hopeful, the sorrow transformed to joy, or the broken changed into miracles. So many times we traveled together to take in the sights of faith alive and so beautiful.

Today on our tranquil journey heavenward, my heart was full of rejoicing.

I acknowledge
your glorious work,
All-Powerful and Loving God.
You can turn
any occasion
into an activity
of celebration
and praise.
To you
I give
all honor
and praise.

Love, Andrea