Thursday, May 26, 2011

Dearest God,

How I long for you, Wondrous God. As I continued to clear debris from our woods, I came upon a tiny white flower literally crawling upon the base up between two maple trees. The foam flower clings to the wood growing its flowers in all its radiant beauty. It was so gorgeous that I called out to my husband to come and see.

I would love to cling to you that way, dear God, and grow into a subject of beauty. Although the delicate woodland flower is not deeply rooted, it still grows in an unlikely place. I want to grow with you like that.

As I ponder the benefits of faith, I imagine two people hand in hand, God and human. Even though at times it appears faith is unlikely, it appears almost as a surprise. How close and intimate.

There are so many ways, O Lord, you use to teach us about a life with you. No matter how great or small, you point to objects as a means to stretch and grow us. Today the foam flowers spoke to me of trusting you to keep me close and challenging me to grow in you.

Thank you
for object lessons
that spark
new life
in us,
in me.
Speak,
dear God,
and cause me
to listen,
I pray.

Love, Andrea