Thursday, January 6, 2011

Dear God,

Why do I get this small longing in my heart to write you each morning when I rise from my bed? What draws me to connect with you, to let out my deepest thoughts and yearnings, my questions, doubts and fears? Why is it important for me to listen and to speak?

For me these hallowed moments are sacred. My desire to write is really a willingness to sit at your feet, to tune my ear to your voice, to prepare my soul for what comes into my mind and to allow the words to flow on the page. I never know ahead of time what we will say to one another. Sometimes I am stunned by the subjects, the topics about which we converse. I am frequently surprised by the direction we take together. At other times our conversation has unearthed a little known truth about myself, family, friendships, or faith. It seems we often return to the roots of my faith where you have me explore and examine my intentions, motives, hopes and dreams. Our time together feeds my soul the nourishment I need to meaningfully live my daily life. And there are those prized minutes when I read my letter to you only to realize it is really your letter to me.

Most Holy and Wondrous God,
I cherish
our time together.
I thank you
for reminding me
that you
are God
and I
am simply
a child
of faith.
Continue to
stretch and expand
my mind,
my heart
and soul.
Show me
your way.
Guide me always,
I pray.

Love, Andrea