Saturday, April 16, 2011

Dear God,

There are so many ways that you communicate with us and to us. As I sit at my computer in my writing room preparing to write you each morning, I listen first. I quiet myself, open my ears and eyes, and then I wait for you. My waiting time is always filled with surprises.

Generally the first sound I hear especially in the springtime is the call of the birds, first one and then another. I love to hear the chatter as they speak and respond to one another. Sometimes I hear the roar of an airplane flying overhead or a train rolling by a couple blocks away. But quickly I hear the sound of your voice as it comes to my mind with a thought, a question, a doubt, a wondering, a statement of faith, or a concern. Only then do I begin to write.

Interestingly enough last week I watched a brown squirrel and black crow play together in our yard. One would try to slip up to the other and when it turned, it would fly or run away. In seconds the other one would turn to chase its friend. Back and forth I observed them going after each other, making sounds that both seemed to understand.

I think that's what you want with each of us. I believe you engage us in conversation, wanting to allow for some kind of interplay where we relate to one another, feel connected, and exchange thoughts, feelings, and experiences. I believe these high moments are powerful reminders that you are in touch with each person in one way or another. You breathe out the truth that we are not alone, that no matter our situation however exquisite or horrific it is that you are with us.

Thank you,
O Lord,
for daily touches,
for conversations
that teach us
about the realities
of life
and the promise
of hope
you give
to us.
Continue, I pray,
to speak
and help us
to listen
for your word.

Love, Andrea