Friday, September 3, 2010

My dearest God,

Riding the wave, I have learned to ride the wave. When I began having symptoms and felt my energy waning at choir practice, I called my husband to pick me up but he was in a neighboring town buying groceries. Minutes later when he appeared at the top of the stairs I left. By the time I got home I could barely climb the stairs because I had so little muscle strength but I had to get to the only air conditioned room. I fell to my knees in front of the unit and sucked in cool air. The next minutes were difficult but softened as my husband took care of me and got me into bed. I grabbed hold of my spiritual circle and rode the wave one more time.

When my body begins spiraling out of control and I cannot alter its course, I ride the wave of trust. Although I feel the push of air at my back and feel unsteady on the growing wave, I know whose presence rides with me. I know I am not alone. I know I am safe with you as I face uncertain times. I know I have a beautiful opportunity to take your outstretched hand and feel the pulse of love accompanying it.

My heart
is full
of gratitude,
Great Friend,
as I consider
your many kindnesses
toward me.
Teach me
to always
reach back
as you
reach out
to me.

Love, Andrea