Sunday, August 29, 2010

My dearest God,

Every Sunday you fill my bucket to full and overflowing. As I gather with your people on Sunday morning, I feel your spirit readying itself for a celebration. And who does not like a celebration?

As I watched my husband preach, I couldn't help but smile. More open and authentic than in any other sermon I have ever heard him preach, I had the sense that you smiled too. And how could our choir do anything but move with power into glory and sing out a witness of our faith. We belted out Our God is Faithful because each of us has found you faithful in our personal struggles. I smiled through the song because my own deep well of blessing was being revealed in my mind as we sang.

May I
in some way
fill the earth
with blessing
as I
live out
my own faith,
dear God.
I so want
to bless you
for the
countless blessings
you have
given me.
Your church
is one
of my
deepest blessings
not because
she is perfect
or has
all the answers
but rather
because she knows
she is
not perfect
or full
of wisdom,
yet seeks
to meet you
every week
in worship.
May I
never forget
the source
of all blessing.

Love, Andrea