Monday, May 16, 2011

Dearest God,

Each day unfolds and swiftly goes by so much faster than I remember it as a child. The days seem shorter than they were in the 40's and 50's. Is it because I am older and more aware of the meaning and value of each day of life? How do I learn to savor each day, give thanks, and live a life worthy to be at your side?

This morning after writing you, I donned my work clothes and went outside. Carrying my bucket of clippers and garden tools in one hand and my rake, shovel, and saw in the other, I quickly went to work clearing, cleaning, and taking down dead and invasive trees. I ripped and pulled vines and other unwanted debris from the woods and fence row. I even took out a large unsightly stump. In the misty rain I kept cool and comfortable and worked until my hands, arms, back and legs screamed "HELP!".

Later after a long hot shower, I looked out the porch windows. I could barely see what I had accomplished; yet, I knew I had made a dent in beautifying our property. As I sat reading a book, I realized I had less years in front of me than behind me. I have fewer years to make a difference to our land and to the world. I thought to myself, how well will I live them?

Help me live
in your grace,
dear God;
teach me
to be grateful,
loving, and giving.
Inspire me
to make
a difference
in precisely
the ways
you want
me to.
Let my days count
for you.

Love, Andrea