Sunday, January 2, 2011

Dear God,

Pliable, I want to be more pliable in the new year. Each morning as I sit in our new writing room with windows tall and wide, what I see before me is a grand picture of nature. All across our backyard and the backyards of our neighbors, trees stretch upward painted into the sky. What I noticed this morning is how the branches move with the slightest breeze. They sway back and forth, round and round, side to side. How lovely to watch them respond to the divine force of nature.

I want to be that responsive to the most negligible movement of your spirit. Like the tree branches that reach toward the sky and move with the wind, I too want to extend my hands toward heaven and advance, shift, leap, or soar by your direction or simply drift on your spirit breath.

I want to be as beautiful as the bending trees who listen and follow you.

Take whatever
is within me
that is
an obstacle
to my desire
to bend
with your spirit.
In this
new year,
remove all
that stands
in the way
of my obedience
to your will.
Make me yours,
O God,
one who
endlessly leans
toward eternity.

Love, Andrea