Monday, August 1, 2011

Dear God,

I am content. For years I strived for something more than contentment. I wanted more, not material goods, but rather more of life. Although I was never fully sure of what that meant, I just had a restless gut that reminded me daily of what I was missing.

I remember one of your greatest gifts to me was the ability to select the characteristics of my life. As the broken pieces in my being surfaced here and there, you enabled me to let them go or take hold of as many as I wanted making pottery changes, you know, smoothing them out or refashioning them. One by one I made my choices, put them in my grocery cart, discovered at the checkout lane that they were free, and then went home to inculcate them into my person.

What I learned from that exercise is that you have given us the opportunity to shape ourselves for daily living. You have given us a power, a divine power to surrender that which drags us and others down. You have given us a will to live, to become, to chart a course different than any other. You have given us a strength, an electrical charge that can renew or restore our lifegiving energy. You have given us the ability to love and be loved.

Today as I sit here writing you, looking out my kitchen window at a garden in the making, still full of weeds and debris, I know that it is on its way to becoming, just like me, and I am content.

Generous God,
let me sing
a love song
of joy
to you.
Let me
give you
my prayers
of gratitude.
Let me become
more like you,
an image
of sweet contentment.

Love, Andrea