Saturday, March 12, 2011

Dear God,

Oh, to be like the small bulbs planted in the earth when at the right time they begin to rise from their darkness. To break through the crusty soil lifting their stems toward heaven, straight and tall. To bud, blossom and flower at the Master's call.

Spring knows its season, its time. It listens and obeys. Before long gorgeous colors and sweet fragrances will appear seemingly out of nowhere.

If only the human soul could be as regular and obedient as the flowers. The whole of creation would be a wondrous beauty beyond anything we can conceive or imagine. Yet, isn't that what you are asking of us? Don't you want us to rise up from our death beds, lean toward the light and begin our own birthing process? Isn't growth on your agenda for us? Don't you want us to stand straight and tall, firmly rooted yet able to gently move with your spirit?

It seems there is nothing that does not speak of you in one way or another. Everything, people, places, and things all apparently have a message for us humans. When we watch, pay attention, and respond, every day can be a glorious day of discovery and wonderment.

Help me,
O Lord,
to be
so in tune
with you
that I automatically
react to
the slightest movement
of your spirit.
In my
own season
I want
to radiate
the brightness
of your love,
your kind compassion
and great mercy.
I want
to be beautiful
for you.

Love, Andrea