Monday, August 8, 2011

Dear God,

I invited the retreatants to write a psalm, a life story, an experience of faith, a poem telling the world of the reality of God according to them. As they allowed themselves to be caught up in the rhythm of the divine, they began to imagine what they would write.

I simply danced, telling my story through my hands, feet, and heart. I moved at the water's edge listening to the tune of your spirit. I hummed an unknown melody as I moved, swayed, twirled, bowed, and turned.

I realized more and more how important it is to tell our story. And what I found out is this: My story is often a universal story of hope. It's not really my story, nor theirs; it is really a retelling of an old, old story written at the beginning of time.

What a privilege,
a real privilege
to tell
your story
through our own
life experience,
Everlasting God.
I revel
in the joy
of your grace
that allows us
to carry
the story
with us
wherever we go,
in whatever state
we find ourselves.
How rich
and beautiful
it is
to be entrusted
with so priceless
a jewel.
Let your story
unfold in us,
I pray.

Love, Andrea