Monday, August 16, 2010

My dearest God,

As the rain gently slipped from the heavens, we decided to drive to the beach with our books, lunch and cameras. By the time we arrived the skies had dried up and we sat in our beach chairs, offered prayer and ate our lunch. As Harold put away our lunch leavings I grabbed the camera to walk the short beach. Just as I predicted, the signs of your presence were everywhere. As I leaned down and in closer, I snapped one shot after another capturing heartstones in the sand.

From the time I was a little girl, I have been on the lookout for signs of God. When I was very young I was captured by the radiant glow and mystery of the night skies. Every time a star twinkled, I was certain I had seen you.

This morning as I lollygagged along the shore, I breathed in prayers of wonderment, devotion and joy.

Glorious God,
to you
I owe everything.
Even my joy
comes from you.
I lift up
my praise
to the heavens.

Love always, Andrea