Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Dearest God,

We went at dusk to the ocean. A few stragglers sat in chairs talking and watching the skies change in color. We were there to dance for you.

As I prayerfully slipped on my long-flowing black skirt, I sensed your call to dance. As I approached the water there was no delay. "I've been waiting." You said to me. And I had not shown up.

As I listened I realized I had left you more than a year ago waiting by the shore. My dance partner waited for me and I had failed to come. Yet, you reached out your hand, took mine in yours, and we danced at the water's edge.

The music came easily, first a song and then a tune I had never heard. I hummed along, moving comfortably recognizing the fluidity of our relationship expressed in movement. My whole being was content. I felt such serenity, a combination of the dance, the water, the changing skies, and the love we share. By the time we said goodnight, I felt at one with you. I slowly and quietly made my way back to the chair. My friend and I spoke.

Minutes later a woman came up to me. "That was so beautiful, so lovely." She told me. "What was it?" I responded, "My love offering to God expressing my gratitude."

As I give myself more and more to you, the more my faith builds. And when I follow your lead, you give me greater opportunities to share your love in the world. What blessings always follow!

Great Dance Partner,
thank you
for waiting.
Thank you
for inviting me,
remembering our
former dances.
Thank you
for love
that never ends.
Thank you
for taking
my hand
and leading me.

Love, Andrea