Thursday, January 27, 2011

Dearest God,

"He leadeth me, he leadeth me, by his own hand he leadeth me." The old hymn, "He Leadeth Me", rings out in my head this morning. The he is you, the me is me. As I prepare for the retreat, I feel your leading guiding me. If it were not for you, I would have nothing to say. The only important words are yours because your words make a difference, transforming our lives.

I am very aware that my only job is to open doors to your kingdom. I open doors for others. What a privilege it is to be a door opener for you.

As I write the retreat, one session after another, it unfolds before me. I see the picture in my head. I see the women who will gather. I see your spirit move breathing life into weary bones. I see your spirit move penetrating hard hearts. I see your spirit move removing obstacles. I see your spirit move returning joy.

Yours is the work that counts. Yours is the power that reveals, renews hope, and restores life.

Wondrous God,
what a blessing
you are.
What glory comes
as you
lead us.
How humbling
to be allowed
to participate
in your
life-saving ministry.

Love always, Andrea