Tuesday, January 11, 2011

My dearest God,

I dearly love the cold rush of air as I open my front door. I love the snow flakes that fall on my eyelids and lips as I bend my neck back to look up viewing the full snow-laden skies. I love the winter that speaks profoundly to me.

This morning as I look out, I can see just the outline of houses, trees, bushes and pond. I love this scene the most. How I would like to still the time, run outside and start clicking photos, one after the other. In this quiet picture of solitude, I drink from your living well. I feed on your nourishment. I take in your beauty and goodness. I allow it all to declutter my mind, to empty my soul of any emotional pain, and to drain away any errant thoughts.

I am full this morning with you.

Glorious God,
who else
provides such
beautiful wonderment?
Who else
can paint
such a landscape
of love?
Who else
can sing
your story
of hope?

Love, Andrea