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