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