Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Dearest God,

Do you ever get tired of hearing me say I'm thankful? Do you ever weary of my gratitude?

You see, Lord, I see everything as gift. I don't take anything for granted. I didn't enter this world with the attitude that I was owed everything or even anything. Even now my mind is boggled by the many blessings I have received in life. I feel loved. I know your grace has been at work in me. I believe you created me with a seed faith, one that through the years could be nurtured and grown. I feel joy and a lot of it, like one of those party fountains that keeps overflowing its bank. Hope is alive in me and as I reflect back, I know that hope has never been dead, maybe dormant for a while, but never dead.

As I make my pies and deviled eggs for Thanksgiving just like Grandma Hughes made them, I will remember how goodness and mercy has followed me all the days of my life.

Thank you,
dear God,
for faith
that keeps
me centered
on you.
I may stray,
even wander
a bit
but always
I return
to you.

Love, Andrea