Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Dearest God,

I love being in the middle of something not quite yet able to see what is in front of me. For being in the middle has its own view and opportunity.

I have been deep in the woods for nearly three weeks clearing, cleaning, dragging, and designing. In the beginning I could only imagine how something would look at a particular time. But along the way after a dead tree fell or a bush was lifted out or leaves were raked away, an image would come to me like the first twinkling star on a dark, dark night. At that moment I shifted and began to make the vision a reality.

The gifts you give out of heaven bring me such joy. What might seem to others to be some small, insignificant thing is a real treasure to me. I know where each one comes from. You are the giver, O God, the giver of every good gift.

Let treasure fall
from heaven,
Most Gracious God,
so that
I may fall
on my knees
in praise
and thanksgiving.

Love, Andrea