Friday, September 23, 2011

Dearest God,

I love a foggy day, a gray, drizzling rainy day! As I drove through the patchy fog returning to the orchard in the boonies this time to pick apples, I found myself caught up in praise. Yes, I gave thanks for the fog, the gray day, the rain, the cool air, and the time of silence in the car. I breathed in your spirit allowing my soul to rest and to be energized by the quiet peace I felt.

Passing by pretty meadows, climbing hills, and turnsy twisties toward my destination, I reveled in the gifts of rainy days. I believe every day is not meant to be sunny and perfect. While I can revel in a gorgeous day, gloomy days give me cause to pause and learn from the day. I think I pray more on a gray day than a sunshiny day and not to ask you to change the day but to let the day change me.

Let every day
be a gift,
O God,
where I
think and pray,
celebrate and
give thanks,
and remember
the countless blessings
in every day.

Love always, Andrea