Monday, November 8, 2010

Dear God,

Harold and I were so tired today. He had been gone for three days with family. I had worked all weekend on our art fair. So we just rested, took it easy and lived quietly all day.

What a change from earlier years when we both felt such demands upon us. We had little time together and when we did have time we were both exhausted, worn out from the daily rigors of life and work. When we had any extra time which was rare, we often failed to attend to our own needs. Alas, life spun out of control.

Yet today in my husband's arms, I recognized your grace. I saw the benefits of trusting you for our individual lives and our life together. I witnessed the constancy of your love, mercy and compassion. I smelled the sweet scent of compassion and forgiveness and I could only give thanks.

How merciful,
kind and compassionate
you are,
Loving God.
Your love
reaches out
into the
dark beyond
embracing us all.
To you
I owe everything.

Love, Andrea