Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Dear God,

I love the quiet, the silence, the open space that leads to you. I love the intentional moments where I wait, to still my own voice, mind, and soul, to hear your voice, for you have so much more to say than I.

When I first began to write, I wasn't sure what to say. I just wrote what came to me. Sometimes it came quickly like a shooting star in the dark night sky. At other times I pondered, reflecting upon my day, considering the sacred sightings. I began to write with a divine thought about you. Not much has changed as I learned to listen more and speak less.

Today as I think back to that first day when I wrote you in September, 2005 I was so hungry for you. My spirit was a wasteland. I was full up with doubts, fears, weariness, and contradictions. I longed for a renewed pilgrimage with you. I wasn't so much interested in where I would end up as much as I desired the journey itself. I wanted, needed the time to spend with you. I wanted to focus on you, your spirit, the movement of your spirit in the world, and your love showing up in ways I could never imagine on my own. I wanted the intimacy, the relationship, the daily give and take conversations but more than all these I wanted the touch of your grace.

Writing more than five years I realize I still love the spiritual expedition, the blissful wandering, the hunt for your greatness, your awesome presence, and your all-encompassing love. I am never disappointed!

God of Power and Might,
Tender and Loving Parent,
Creator, Redeemer, Teacher,
Comforter and Friend,
I am indebted
to you
for all
that I am,
all that
I have,
all that
I discover,
all that
I cherish.

Forever yours, Andrea