Thursday, December 30, 2010

Dearest God,

I lived inside a miracle today. Although feeling poorly with a cold and flu, one of our sons and his family came to visit. Throughout the day I watched as you went to work healing, helping, guiding, renewing, challenging. While others prepared the food, I talked with grandchildren, listened to their Christmas surprise for their father, and watched as their eyes twinkled as they spoke. A path once marred by disappointment, fear, anger, and resentment was made straight just as the king's highway for the savior.

As hugs were shared all around at their leaving, an insight was shared, an important link from the past giving hope to the future. A phone call minutes later struck a significant chord and I swear by your name a new beginning unfolded.

Who can know when you initiate new out of old? Who can say when the past no longer has a binding hold on the present? When can we know that you have shaken our lives opening cracks to develop a new future? How can we know you are moving inside us and those around us?

O Gracious God,
your plan
is always good,
brilliant in fact.
You work
with the invisible
making visible
your hope
and our faith.
Miracles are
your work,
dear God,
but walking alongside
while you are
at work
is a gesture
of such
divine love.
How grateful
I am
to have witnessed
your goodness,
to have felt
your love,
to have seen
your compassion
and mercy.
Forgiveness is truly
a beautiful thing,
so is
moving out
of one's self
to meet another.

Love always, Andrea

Wednesday, December 29, 2010

Dearest God,

How in the world will I ever learn to fully listen to my body when the symptoms of illness begin to appear? When will I automatically shut down my activities to focus on the parts of my being that need embracing? When will I more readily trust you to guide me?

A long time ago when I was a child, you opened my heart to eternity's spirit. You revealed your grace-filled presence and I wandered into your arms. Today I still live out of that spirit but I do not swiftly change my behavior when your call comes to me. I am stubborn, reluctant when asked to shift my attention elsewhere.

And so today I wound up spending the day in bed with a full-fledged cold and flu. I rested because I couldn't do anything else. My body was worn from weeks of renovation, making Christmas gifts, celebrating Advent with six grandchildren for a whole weekend, organizing, sorting and cleaning the attic, garage, basement and a closet, designing and running 200 Christmas cards one at a time twice from two different software programs, filling Christmas bags, shopping, and preparing and orchestrating a beautiful Christmas day with my family. What did I expect, crazy as I am?

I often learn my life lessons slowly. Although I begin each day with a prayer as I awaken from sleep, I do not wait for your voice, listen for your words to me, or quiet myself long enough to dwell with you. I start my day with a one-way conversation. How foolish of me! I have so much to learn and less time to learn it than the years behind me.

What shall
you do
with me,
dear Lord?
Although sometimes
I am
obstinate and unyielding,
show me
your way...
...again.
Teach me
the joy
of humility
and obedience.

Love, Andrea

Tuesday, December 28, 2010

My dearest God,

Is it true that there is more than one path to take in human life? Does our particular path contribute to the shaping of our person?

I have traveled to other parts of the world. I've met a lot of people. Those who intrigue me the most are children. As I observe them, I realize how life circumstances have helped shaped their lives.

What I wonder is how much does the path, those moments in life alter our life story? How much do those moments contribute? How much control does one really have over their own life? And what about your divine hand? How much do you guide us in our story making?

Recently I received a Christmas card with a picture of two young girls with Santa on the front. A saying from Dr. Seuss includes the line, "What if Christmas, perhaps, means a little bit more?" I pondered how the lives of these two children have been changed by the advent of cancer in each one. Further, I have reflected upon what their altered states have done to revise the lives of those around them.

How much of what has happened has been a result of your divine touch?

Teach us
to trust you
each time
we strike
our foot
upon a stone,
when we stumble
and fall,
when we
are at
a crossroads.
Teach us
to look up,
to look out,
to look forward
for signs
of your
gracious presence.
Teach us
to take hold
of your
beautiful hand;
lead us
to eternity
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Monday, December 27, 2010

Dearest God,

In the worst situations in life, is there good news? Does hope exist? Can love penetrate the darkness? Is it possible for faith to sustain us?

Today as I read the newspaper, listened to the news, and heard a story about vacationers in Mexico, taking in all the tragedies from military deaths to beheadings in Mexico, from corruption in government to the unexpected death of a president in Argentina, and from accidents to who knows what else, I wondered how some people cope with great suffering. Although I am not a stranger to suffering myself, I have never faced some of the loss, pain and incomprehensible tragedies that some have endured.

Can faith become so covered up with needless pain and sorrow that it is impossible to allow it to sprout anew? I am certain I am not the only one asking the question.

Yet, in the same newspaper I remember reading about a man who was released from prison after serving 26 years for a rape he did not commit. He is assisting his own lawyer by reading letters from prisoners who claim they too are innocent. He wants to help free others who were tragically sent to prison for crimes they did not commit. Is this the good news sprouting up out of bad? Is this light in the darkness? Is this hope rising up out of despair? Is this love winning over evil?

Guide us
to the light,
to hope,
faith and love.
Point us
in your direction,
Merciful God.
Welcome us
into your
compassionate arms.
Teach us how
to plant gardens
of trust
in our souls
so we
will be ready
for any situation
or condition
that knocks us down,
we pray.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, December 26, 2010

Dearest God,

Today you cultivated my awareness of true goodness. As I sat at the dining room table with my daughter's whole family eating the last of the bacon, scrambled eggs and sour cream coffee cake, I realized you had given each of us building blocks for life. With those blocks you showed me how we have the capability of building faith, hope, love, wisdom, compassion, unity, joy and peace or we can build anything but these.

At our table this morning we built trust where trust did not once reside. Sharing our inner selves proved to be a blessing as we listened, teased, laughed and loved. We engaged in conversation never before shared as our teenagers opened themselves more to us. Their smiles warmed my soul like hot chocolate on a blistering cold winter day.

I realized that each and every building block was a gracious gift of heaven. I also knew that your divine love was immovably lodged in every block. As we built joy together, I whispered my thanksgiving to you understanding once again your true goodness.

Generous God,
who is
good enough
to receive
such wonderful gifts
of love?
No one,
yet you
lavish us
with eternity's gifts
and we
are blessed
again and again
and again.

Yours forever, Andrea

Saturday, December 25, 2010

Dear God,

This morning in the quiet silence, I went through my Advent routine by turning on the tree and mantle lights, lighting a candle and sitting down to write. I had the sense that the whole world was silent for one moment as we came together in solidarity to pay homage to the gift of heaven. Although we do not all call ourselves Christian, there is, I believe, a reverence for all that is good and my soul tells me that what is good is God.

My earnest prayer is that we will somehow take hold of that goodness and run with it throughout the whole world. My prayer is that your goodness will bring a calming peace to each soul. My prayer is your goodness will change us into creatures with hearts as big as creation and as deep as the ocean with love that flows like an everlasting fountain. Make it so, dear God, I pray, so that we will in one accord forever sing praises to you.

On this
glorious Christmas morn,
receive my love
and the love
of all
your children,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Friday, December 24, 2010

My dearest God,

Throughout the year I look forward to the grand event of Christmas. I pay particular attention to Advent as I open myself to your preparation inside me. I want the halls of my heart to be whitewashed, aired out and thoroughly prepared for your coming in all your glory.

Tonight I wanted to dress for you, to wear my best for God. I plucked my long black velvet skirt and silver beaded black top out of my closet. I pulled out my black patent leather shoes for the occasion and the Austrian crystal bead earrings I made years ago. After all, you had been about making my insides shine so I wanted to sparkle on the outside.

As I slipped on my choir robe, I felt that special joy that comes with singing out your praise. I was so happy, so joyous about participating in the holy night. As we sang with instruments playing I felt the joy of eternity's hope welling up within me. The earlier cleansing had indeed made way for your glorious entrance.

The holiest moment came when my choir neighbor lighted my candle with your light. As we sang Silent Night, Holy Night you fixed my eyes on the tiny light I held in my hand. You whispered what an awesome privilege it is to carry your light. I felt overwhelmed by your generous goodness that on this great planet earth I too was chosen to receive your light and challenge to carry it into the world. I allowed the tears of heaven's joy to spill down my face. Surely my love overflowed because yours filled the whole cosmos.

Glory, glory, glory
to you,
Great Redeemer
and Savior for All Time;
receive my love
and that
of all
your children,
I pray.

Yours, Andrea

Thursday, December 23, 2010

My dear God,

As I prayed first thing upon awakening, I prayed to be full of gratitude. I want to live a life full of gratitude regardless of my circumstance. Whether in joy and celebration or sadness and loss, let me be full of gratitude for you.

You have
filled me
with blessing,
hope, joy,
peace, faith
and love.
Fill me always
with gratitude,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

My dear God,

I see the benefits of faith all around me. With great interest I see and hear your spirit's presence. I awaken to the new day and find you as close as my breath. I turn on my music and I am inspired by lyrics and tunes that declare the message of Christmas. When my husband rises from our bed to greet me as I write, I find love meeting me. As we share throughout the day, the word "miracle" comes to me as we live our lives so differently than just a year ago. As I go about my day encountering friends and strangers alike, I sense you are in each conversation urging us as brothers and sisters. As the sun drops nightly from the sky, I see nothing but beauty staring back at me.

God of Wonder,
in the stillness
of morning
and night,
I welcome
your peace,
your presence,
your purpose,
your love.

Always, Andrea

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Dearest God,

Several years ago a number of women joined me on a drive to northern Indiana for a day-long Winter Solstice celebration. We spent most of the day out of doors. Snow blanketed the ground. Separately we tromped through the snow periodically pausing to take in the beauty before us. Basically we spent the day looking for signs of new beginnings, of God in our midst, seeking the invisible among the visible.

During the other seasons of the year, it is easy to see what is transparent, the obvious. But during winter the secrets are hidden beneath the cold white. It is harder to see what is clear in the summer. But that is precisely what I love about winter. I love looking out following a snowfall. I love examining nature when I am only able to see the tips of what is there. My mind and soul are drawn to the deeper well and I am always ready with my ladle to taste something that comes from the deep.

Today as I drove back from shopping, I purposely took a back road. I wanted to give my eyes a shot at long views of fields and roads. I wanted to imagine what lay ahead. I wanted to drink in the spectacular winter scenes. I was not disappointed!

Draw me
to you,
Glorious Wonder;
show me
your wondrous mysteries.
Challenge me
in the
deep places
of my soul,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Monday, December 20, 2010

Dearest God,

This afternoon I felt a real sense of brotherhood and sisterhood. As I shopped, engaging people along the way, I had the distinct feeling that we were all sisters and brothers. I laughed with strangers, made suggestions to others, and took directions from those around me. We talked about different things as we waited in line. I told the fabric store clerk that her colored nails were ready for Christmas and she smiled. According to several customer service and check out employees, people have been in good spirits this year treating one another pretty well. Even the Salvation Army ringer patted me on the back. Aren't we truly one big family? Isn't this the way you want us?

How often have I felt distant, separate from those around me especially when I was facing difficulties in my own life? Yet, it is times like these that remind me that no one is uniquely set apart. Each person has brothers and sisters near and far. Our neighbors are meant to be family just like strangers.

At times why do we forget who we are, O Lord? Throughout the year why do we fail to reach out, to help, to give, to share, to offer ourselves to others? Why do we sometimes treat those around us as if they are our servants instead of our family members? Why do we lord over people instead of taking their hand and walking together? Why do we often act as if we are unrelated?

Thank you
for prized moments
when your
children celebrate together
the wondrous thing
called family.
Renew our interest,
our willingness,
and our love
for one another.
Teach us
to honor
each beautifully made person,
our sister,
our brother.
Remind us
that each
of us
is equally related
to you
and one another.
That's why
I saw
your divine sparkle
in each eye.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, December 19, 2010

Dearest God,

I love the fog especially when accompanied by snow and ice crystals on trees, bushes and the leavings of autumn. As I drove to church this morning, I reveled in the quiet peace.

The fog always leads me to a spiritual place where I realize much of life is lived. Many times I have lived in a fog, not really clear where I was or where I was headed. Yet, when the fog lifted, I could see even the teeniest details. For me it was all about trusting you as the one who knew all the features all along. What I could not see, you could see clearly.

There is something quite beautiful about fog. In times of thick fog, I have to pause, be more careful, thoroughly trust, wait, anticipate, and move forward slowly. I have to be watchful and intentional or I could get in real trouble. Fog directions my attention toward you.

Make me attentive
to you,
dear Lord.
Hold my attention
so I
may fully know
your will
for my life.
Help me appreciate
the foggy times
where I must
pause and listen
to find
my way.

Love, Andrea

Saturday, December 18, 2010

Dear God,

I hate shopping but today I found that walking contentedly with the gifts of every day life can lead to nice surprises. I went into the fabric store to buy elastic but I got more than I bargained for. A usually grouchy clerk was pleasant and we spoke about making too many pajamas. Nice. Then I went to the bookstore and decided to give myself a treat by buying some lunch with peppermint mocha and reading a magazine. Very nice. Later I entered a women's shop and a young woman was helpful in giving me ideas for the mother of my great grandson. Very, very nice. At Target I ran into a friend and we talked and talked, laughed, teased and shared good news. I met the seven year old girl I had been praying for who had stage 4 cancer and we talked too. Being cancer free is her best thing this Christmas she told me. After that I left and walked past several stores and entered yet another store finding another friend. We hugged and caught up with each other. And lo and behold as soon as she was leaving, another came in and another hug was shared. I went to the dressing room area and we talked through the door. How fun my shopping time was and very, very, very nice.

I seem to be constantly learning new life lessons and some new old lessons. When I set myself up for an irritating time, I am irritable. But when I trust you to lead my day, to guide me throughout the day and I watch for signs of your loving presence, I am peaceful, content, expectant, and thankful. Today I tried the latter and found gifts waiting for me.

Glorious God,
why would
I fail
to trust you
on any
given day?
Why would
I want
to walk alone
predetermining the context
of my day.
Forgive me,
I pray.
Teach me
to trust you
even before
I take
my first
morning breath.
Let my
first breath
be a breath
of gratitude
and trust.

Love always, Andrea

Friday, December 17, 2010

Dearest God,

In the early morning I wandered into the dark room. I turned on the light in the new study. By that light I watered the Christmas tree, lit the balsam and cedar candle, plugged in the tree and mantle lights and then I clicked on the stereo. The moment I heard her voice singing, I lay down on the floor with my palms up. I wanted to open myself to the music of heaven. As I listened fresh tears flowed as I realized once again the awesomeness of your divine love in the world. How many times has your love fallen afresh upon me not because I deserved it but because you simply chose to gift me with your gracious love. I continued to lie still as the music wafted through the room.

I have learned that moments with you await me every day. I don't have to go hunting as if on a treasure hunt; your treasure is in my living room, the study and kitchen, outdoors, at my children's home, in the car, at church, on the street corner, in the stranger, at school, in the halls of the shopping center, under the bridges and in shelters. The moment to encounter you is this moment. Any moment can be a moment with you when I am truly open.

O my God,
thank you
for quiet moments
anywhere, anytime.
You are
ever present;
forgive me
when I
bypass you
and go on
about my
self-determined way.
Teach my
whole self
to pause,
to listen,
and to
make ready
for you.

I love you, Andrea

Thursday, December 16, 2010

Dear God,

Where do heaven and earth meet? What kind of line is there between these two different states? How does a person intentionally move from one to the other? How do we stay in a perpetual relationship with you moving easily from the farthest locations in the cosmos?

I never want to walk without you in my daily life. I want to be purposeful about my life, leaning on you, walking with you, listening to you, and following your daily whispers. There are times when I feel very close and other times I feel farther away as if I am a long way off. Is there a loyalty, a commitment, a declaration one can make to remain close, to breathe the same air, and to daily live the challenges of faith?

You have afforded me numerous experiences of spirit life. These occasions of the divine-human connection have been landmarks, defining moments, and turning points in my existence. Many have been miracle moments, situations that I could not possibly have manufactured. Minute details in the transforming process have inspired me beyond my wildest imagination. You have entrusted me with spiritual truths, developing faith, and miracles in the making. At times I have been overwhelmed with your endless grace.

Teach me more
about you,
Living God;
show me
the real way
of faith.
Shorten the distance
between us
so I may
wander this lifetime
with you.
Make me ready
and willing
to do whatever
you ask,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Dear God,

Just as you urged us as we were graduating from seminary, we created a covenant group based on just one question: Where is it you find Christ? For nearly 23 years every week we have been asking the same question of one another. Where is it you find Christ?

We did not have to look for the beloved savior today. He came to us so clearly. If we expect miracles both big and small to come, why is it we are always surprised? You appeared in the small spiritual direction room at the monastery. We watched, listened, followed, prayed, and thanked you.

There were just two of us; one was sick. We didn't expect much as the same two of us were together last week. Yet, you had another idea, a very big one. As the question rose in the air, your spirit opened doors and windows to the soul. As we wandered expectantly in the halls of your spirit, one insight after another emerged. Tears glistened as our eyes were opened to new truths or at least new old truths. As we peered into the holy, you spoke love and grace, words and truths to unlock the door closed several decades before. Having only seen life through a keyhole for more than half a lifetime, the possibility now exists for healing, freedom, relationship, and love. Just as a toddler begins to take first steps, this one may begin to live out of hope once again moving out of her longtime darkness.

We have witnessed one miracle after another in this group, not because we have manufactured them but rather because our hearts were open. Who can penetrate the human soul but you, O God? Your compassionate mercy spills out of heaven like the most beautiful waterfall. And we like thirsty souls rise from our beds of despair with our eyes fixed upon eternity as your living water brings life out of death.

Let your
light shine brightly,
dearest Christ;
remove our darkness,
we pray.
Let your light
restore, renew,
revive and
revitalize us
for praise.
You are worthy
of every gift
we have
within us.
Today we
offer up
our devotion,
our love,
and our worship.
Grow our faith
so we
may discover
more praise
within us.
It is
all yours,
God Most High.

Love, Andrea

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Dear God,

Old habits can be changed into new ways of doing things. Today I had a disagreement with someone or at least I saw something different than the other person. In the past I would have jumped to conclusions, been disappointed and then hurt and angry. So would the other person. But instead today I asked questions. I shared my feelings and listened to the feelings of the other. In minutes everything was cleared up. I understood the other and the other understood me. It was wonderful.

I am convinced that some things are hard to change, at times almost impossible. But when you come to us and we become aware and take your lead to function differently, our lives can be transformed. Hope erupts, love enters and joy returns with a divine twist.

Speak to us
of eternity,
O God,
where the resources
of heaven
are put
into our hands.
Nudge us,
challenge us,
even cajole us
to do
your will.
Remind us
where the
true power is.

Love, Andrea

Monday, December 13, 2010

My dearest God,

There are little things that happen that delight my soul and remind me of your presence in this world. Today six of my grandchildren filed into church and took seats on the second row. After they played musical chairs for a moment determining who would sit by whom, we stood to sing a Christmas carol. When the children's message was announced, the kids made their way to the steps with the pastor. I slipped out, put on my robe and took my place in the choir. When it was time for us to sing, we stood together. Because of where I was standing, I couldn't see my grandchildren. Then all of a sudden, I saw Jack lean out of his chair and down nearly to the floor to see me. I smiled a really big smile.

I do believe you search for us and let us know you. I do believe you give us opportunities to be aware of your presence. I do believe we can see you in the variety of ways you appear. I do believe at times you surprise us bringing smiles to our faces. I do believe your love inspires us, embraces us, challenges, guides, and corrects us. I do believe.

Gracious God,
there is none
like you.
Your presence
in the cosmos
brings joy,
hope, comfort,
and peace.
Only you
gently tend
to our souls.
How blessed
we are.
Prick our
conscious minds
reminding us
of your presence.
Teach us
to be aware,
to capture
the moment,
and to
share it
with those
around us,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Dearest God,

One by one they came, quiet little visitors just awakening from sleep. The first appeared at 6:30 a.m. in our new study as the snow gently fell outside and I was writing my letter to you. I stopped what I was doing and turned toward her as she crawled up on my lap. As always I hugged her tight until she was ready to talk and start the new day. "Grandma, can we play a game?" She asked. So we sat down on the floor by the lighted Christmas tree and played one of her favorite card games Go Fish. Before long another arrived sleepy eyed, walked around the coffee table laden with the creche and figures of the nativity, and squeezed in beside me. I put my arm around him, pulled him close, dealt him some cards and the three of us played by the light of the tree. Within minutes five of us were playing Old Maid as the candle flickered giving off the earthy fragrance of balsam and cedar.

The moment to sit close with each grandchild gave me the opportunity to breathe a prayer of thanksgiving for each one: Sophie, Jack, Gracie, Stella, Lucy and Gabrielle. How blessed I felt later as we finally got up, I made breakfast and we held hands by candlelight as I prayed aloud for the generous gift you gave me with my beloved grandchildren.

God So Full of Joy,
you have
graciously filled
my well
with your
divine joy.
Your joy
in turn
fills me
with more love
for you.
May I
never forget
your generosity.

Love, Andrea

Saturday, December 11, 2010

Dear God,

What a gift you are, dearest God. All I have comes from you.

This marvelous weekend sharing with grandchildren is so wonderful. The look of delight in their eyes gifts my heart every time I see it. Their giggles and laughter, their joy in being together, their love, help and comfort they give each other and to me warms my soul.

In them I see you. Each time they bless each other or me, I see your love present. I know this love is not just a love they have learned from parents, other family members and teachers but it is a welcoming love that originates from a deeper place. I believe you intend your love to live within us and we are to live out of that living well blessing others with the overflow. I am watching it happen right here inside my own home.

May you
be blessed
with as
much blessing
as we
are receiving
from each other,
O God.
May you experience
the depth
of joy
we are experiencing.
May you
feel our love
for you.

Always, Andrea

Friday, December 10, 2010

My dearest God,

I live in amazing wonderment as I prepare for this Advent weekend. Six grandchildren will make their way to our home this afternoon. Five girls and one boy, ages 5 to 10, will join me for a whirlwind of activities all intended to celebrate the gift of Advent, a time of hope, faith and love. We will have a candlelight dinner, a floor picnic, a frosty pancake breakfast, a make-your -own lunch and breakfast and then we will conclude with lunch at everyone's favorite Bob Evans Restaurant.

We will watch two Christmas videos, attend a symphony Christmas program, take a carriage ride downtown around the circle and drive through neighborhoods to see Christmas lights. We will do projects together coloring our fabric frosty Christmas bags I made them, making bird feeders, chocolate lollipops, and frosty tee shirts. We will read a book, Penny's Christmas Jar Miracle, together by the lighted Christmas tree. We will participate in church worship and then sit in a circle talking about sharing and loving one another just before they go home. We will laugh, sing, play, dance, slide down the stairs in sleeping bags, pray and be happy.

All this is made possible by you and only you! Your own miracles have paved the way for this time together. When I look at the six remembering their births, their physical trials, their sorrows and disappointments, their highs and lows, and their challenges and triumphs, I know the Advent miracle is your gift.

Blessings upon you,
God Most High,
for you are
the god
of blessing.
Your gifts
are the number
of stars
in the skies.
Your love
is as deep
the vast ocean.
What can
I say
to you,
Giving God?
How can
I express
my gratitude?

Love, Andrea

Thursday, December 9, 2010

Dear God,

Today I stood on my wobbly ladder hanging Christmas lights on the house. I admit I felt like Clark Griswold when my bag of hangers fell to the ground twice and spilled all over, when one of the hangers got stuck and I couldn't dislodge it, when the finger of my glove got caught under one of the hangers, when I tried to pull out just one hanger and a long chain of interlocked hangers came out and I had a hard time pulling them apart, when the ladder fell to one side and nearly knocked me to the ground, when my bag of hangers caught on the bare lilac bush as I was trying to take down the ladder, and when I walked into a tree branch and nearly put out my eye. As I remembered Clark and his 25,000 light debacle, I had to laugh and so I did as I finished up.

This glorious season does something to me! Perhaps I am just ready for a dose of your spirit or maybe I am just a Christmas lover or per chance I am a hungry recipient for all that Christmas brings. Whether it is true or not, I do feel a quickening spirit in the air. I sense that you are at work bring hope, peace, love and joy to all. Although I am totally turned off by the whole shopping thing, I do get it that we are reaching out to give gifts to others.

The music really touches me. As I sit on Wednesday nights rehearsing for Christmas Eve, I hold on to the reality that Christ really is born again every Christmas like the first time. The world was shocked and surprised then that God's love was so big and I am convinced we still think so today. For me your presence is the real gift. I don't have to open all my packages and get more in order to experience Christmas. My getting ready for it is simply an occasion to give thanks for what I have already received. I carry all your gifts with me every day.

Who can
outgive you, Lord?
Who can
provide more
lavish gifts?
Each morning
as I awaken,
I breathe
my prayers
of thanksgiving
because I believe
your spirit
was with me
all night long
and will
accompany me
throughout the
new day.
Help me
to bless others
this season
with my
own gift
of joy
and appreciation.

Love always, Andrea

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Dearest God,

Thank you for witnesses to the good life! Thank you for those who speak out carrying a message of divine power, faith, perseverance in adversity, courage and hope. Thank you for Elizabeth Edwards whose own life modeled all of these. As an example of the good life in the midst of great difficulty and challenge, she has left behind a flag to which we can look in good times and bad.

O God, so much do I want my grandchildren to have a great opportunity to make a difference in the world like Elizabeth and others. I want them to have persons to whom they can look for guidance, leadership, joy and wisdom. I want them to operate out of faith not fear, hope not despair, love not hate and joy not bitterness. I want them to have the advantage of seeing before their eyes persons who live the good life of trust in you and in themselves.

I know life can be hard and painful at times. I know that joy can slip away replaced by resentment and a poor attitude. I know that hope can be stomped on and kicked around. I know that loss and grief can rob the soul of invaluable resources. At the same time you have shown me how pain, sorrow and suffering can become fertile ground for growth, insight, revelation and creative living. The more I lean toward you while in distress, the more space you make within me to learn, think and create. Nothing is total loss you've said; there is always the chance to triumph through faith.

Living God,
teach us
every day
how to trust
in you
and ourselves.
Show us
the way
to healing,
restoration
and reconciliation.
Make us
your witness,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Tuesday, December 7, 2010

Dearest God,

You have given me so many gifts, too many to name. But the one gift that keeps surfacing is a heart full of gratitude. Even as I awaken in the dark early morning hours, I begin my prayers with a thank you. I know I have not come by my blessings on my own. All I have has come from you.

Tonight in just an hour's time I sat at the Old Spaghetti Factory secretly giving thanks. I was grateful for the Christmas season, for the last time I ate with family at one of my deceased father's favorite restaurants, for the reconciliation between family members, for my marriage, for the Christmas decorations, for six grandchildren coming to visit for our big Advent weekend starting friday, for the carriage ride we will enjoy following the surprise symphony presentation, and for my joy this year.

You have blessed me with a desire to give thanks all day long. I look out our new study windows and I give thanks for the gorgeous white snow blanketing our back yard, garden and trees. I look at my decorated Christmas tree and I give thanks for all the stained glass frosty ornaments I recently created that now gladly make my grandkids happy. Giving thanks, O God, among other things, makes me smile.

What do
I give
to you
who has everything?
What can
I possibly
give to you?
You bless me
and bless me
and bless me.
Thank you,
thank you,
thank you.

Love, Andrea

Monday, December 6, 2010

My dear God,

In adversity I learned to trust you. As I surrendered my own will and took the step toward you, tomorrow's hope urged me forward. Although I did not know what awaited me, I knew who stood by me.

Today as I listened to a former church member and friend share her own learning through trust, I realized once again how powerful faith is. Life changing, life giving, life enhancing, faith does indeed move mountains of doubt, fear, hopelessness, and despair.

I recognize more and more how trust leads to faith and faith touches one and then another as faith is expressed. I see the ways hope rises from the dead and lives again. When I see your power at work, my spirit is quieted lending itself toward prayer. My words are always inadequate, too small and meager and yet my trust in you grows creating even more space in which to love you.

Gracious God,
you are mighty
but as gentle
as a nightsong.
Thank you
for trust
that appears
at the edge
of my awareness
making my
heart swell
with love
for you.

Always and forever yours, Andrea

Sunday, December 5, 2010

Dearest God,

I was tired when we entered the auditorium for the Purdue Glee Club Christmas Show. We were late due to an accident on the highway. But as I took my seat and opened my heart, I met heaven's angels. I listened intently as they sang O Magnum Mysterium (translation: "O great mystery and wondrous sacrament, blessed is the Virgin whose womb was worthy to bear the Lord Jesus Christ, Alleluia." The acappella voices sang magnificently as they blended as one voice declaring eternity's message. My heart was stirred inspiring my spirit to wander heaven's halls. Warm tears spilled over as faith swelled within me. I prayed, "O Lord, let it be so that we all sing together heaven's song."

Something happens inside me when I give way to angels singing, when I allow my own spirit to move from earth to heaven. I know that I know that I know you direct heaven's choir and that the music is intended to invite all to the loft where all earth's people can sing one great song. I know that faith is employed warming hearts, transforming spirits, encouraging, helping and blessing. As we all stood to sing Silent Night, I watched my 10 year old and 5 year old granddaughters sing and I was positive that heaven smiled.

You, O God,
fill us
with your joy
when we sing
eternity's song.
I know
of nothing else
that can
spur the heart
to joy
like you.
I give thanks
for the
wondrous occasion
of hope,
faith and peace.
I love you.

Always, Andrea

Saturday, December 4, 2010

My dearest God,

Reunions are wonderful. In fact I cannot think of anything more blessed than a reunion. Reunion, reuniting, coming together, taking hold of the thread of another's life then mending and restoring together, purposefully weaving lives into a new, uncommon design.

Today, a family member called confirming a dinner for their family and mine. As we hung up, we both said together, "love you." Several years ago there was a widening gap between us, a seismic break in our family. You know it all. You know the issues and the way it all shook out. It was incredibly painful as our family divided during the time our parents grew sick and died. For years we were separate from one another, resentment and bitterness keeping us apart.

But then it all changed. Your spirit swept in like an unexpected chinook taking with it unwanted pieces of our lives. Over the course of months little by little your wind claimed the resentment and bitterness. Stealing it away we began anew.

I am celebrating
the power
of your spirit,
Gracious and Loving God;
for you
not only repaired
our family,
you revived
our spirits
and our ability
to love
one another.
You made
a way,
a path
we could follow
to lead us home.
How grateful
I am!

Love, Andrea

Friday, December 3, 2010

Dearest God,

What do we do, Good Lord, when we are fresh out of hope, when life is despairing and the future looks bleak? As I listen to the news and think about suffering people in the world, I wonder how they can afford to have hope.

Tonight the challenging news turned more hopeful as I listened to the work George Clooney is doing to help the people of the Sudan. With a passion for helping others, he is doing everything in his power to avert war in January when a vote is taken for the south to separate and gain its independence. The man is a celebrity, a movie star; yet he is directing his attention to a far greater purpose.

When I hear about people working to help others, I see your hand at work. I know your loving grace is pricking the conscience of those who can do something to change human lives. Those who say yes, who pick up the mantle of hope literally put on your shoes. They take seriously the need and consider what they can do to change the suffering so many are experiencing. With special skills and talents they go to work and suddenly there is room for hope once again.

Make us all
channels of hope
for those
around us,
O God.
Build within us
hearts full
of compassion,
mercy and love.
Inspire us
to do
your will
to help others.

Love, Andrea

Thursday, December 2, 2010

My dearest God,

As I entered my daughter's home, I heard the familiar greeting, "Grandma!" Lucy and Rylan ran to me wrapping their whole bodies around my legs in two generous hugs. I bent down and squeezed them back, a smile spreading across my face. Every time I visit I receive the same welcome.

As I was driving back home later I thought about the interaction between my grandchildren and me. We share a lot of love with one another. I get a lot of, "I love you" from my children's children but then I give many of them myself. There is no doubt that we love each other and we love being together.

Is that the way you feel about us? When we turn your way, when we come running to you, do you experience an overwhelming joy?

How I wish 24/7 we all would operate out of love for one another. I admit that I fail often to be welcoming, loving and caring. When I lower my standards, snub others and act out of arrogance, clearly I am not operating from love. But when I follow my grandchildren's example, I feel good, look good and function from a good place. I know I have the capacity to make an environment good for myself and others. Why don't I do it all the time?

Good Lord,
you once taught
a lesson
from a
child's point
of view.
Help me
to learn,
to listen,
and to
follow their example.

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

My dearest God,

The gentle nudges of your spirit come when I least expect it. As I become aware and positively respond, the fruits of joy multitudinously increase. I spent this afternoon reveling in joy.

Oh, if I would only listen, pay attention and follow you daily. Oh, if I would only sensitize my spirit to receive your urgings and follow through with your call. Oh, if I would only trust you and follow obediently, what a life I would have!

Often I stray off the well-designed path. I see something or I want more or I want to do my own thing and I take off for parts unknown. I can get myself in real trouble as I give in to my own wants and forget your desires for me are always better.

But today I followed you and found joy waiting for my husband and me.

You are
a glorious God,
full of
grace, hope,
beauty, joy
and peace.
Keep me
at your feet,
dearest Christ;
teach me
to swiftly
bend to
your spirit,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Tuesday, November 30, 2010

Dearest God,

On this very chilly day I was working in the cold wet leaves, raking, bagging, and rolling heavy bags to the curb when you came to me. I was chilled to the bone, exhausted, aching all over, and growing irritable. I had fallen into temptation by temporarily slipping back to "yesterday." Jumping to a conclusion I was allowing myself to become upset. Your whisper challenged my thoughts, attitude and behavior. "Trust me," you said, "trust me." As it turned out, a phone call changed things. Shared words brought me around. I saw faith work...again.

How easy it is, O Lord, to fall back to old attitudes and old ways. I know them so well. These familiar friends or maybe enemies know me well and sometimes they try to seduce me to join them in the past. The good news is they take me back to the old emotions that I surrendered some time back. A brief visit reminds me where I was and where I am going. They reveal to me the truth that I made a good decision to let them go, begin again, walk a different path, trust more, and walk with you. At day's end when all was well, I remembered your faithfulness and grace.

Thank you,
dearest God,
for reminding me
to trust you.
Sometimes I need
a little nudge
or even
a lightning bolt
to put me
back on course.
Forgive me, please,
when I fail
and give way
to the past.
Teach me
your way
as many times
as needed
so that
I may learn
and follow.

Love, Andrea