Thursday, August 26, 2010

My dearest God,

As we drove home from choir practice, I was suddenly struck by the many blessings you have given us in Maine. The stunning landscape. The nearly perfect weather. Blue skies, grey skies, white puffy, cloudy skies and starry skies. A soaking rain. A beautiful woods and river. A lovely town in which to live. A warm, inviting home. A friendly, spirited church. Singing in the choir. New friends and great neighbors. Fresh seafood. A great butcher. Newly preserved raspberry jam, blueberry jam, blueberry lime jam, and spiced blueberry jam. Just two television channels. Dozens of heartstones. Being together, laughing, teasing, hoping, and loving.

As gratitude washed over me, I imagined carrying all those blessings around, like a little dutch girl carrying a yoke with two overflowing buckets, stopping along the way to fill the buckets of others only to discover the buckets still full.

I am full,
full of you,
Gracious God,
full of
your blessings,
full of
your wondrous grace
and gracious love.
Even if
my well
dried up today,
I would be
more blessed
than I
ever deserved.

To you all glory and honor, Andrea