Friday, September 30, 2011

Dear God,

Memories feed my soul as I preserve foods in my kitchen. My very DNA holds glorious thoughts of the past that include beloved relatives who taught me how to can foods for winter use. How well I recall plucking tomatoes, raspberries, green beans, corn and onions from Grandma's truck patch and then working all day to clean, break, cut, cook and can. Although those loved ones are gone now except for an 80-year-old aunt, I feel their presence when I labor to make foods laced with love.

When I am compelled to pray a prayer of thanksgiving, it is often because you have brought memories to me. I remember my faith journey and all those who have contributed to my growth. I remember my family and all those relatives who helped give shape to my early life. I remember gifts and blessings you have given me like insight, support, guidance, challenge, hope and love. I remember and then I am drawn to you.

Thank you
for the memories
and the desire
to pray
to say
thank you.
Thank you
for colorful,
healthy, tasty jars
of bottled joy
that await
my hunger
this winter.
Thank you
for gifts
to share.

Love, Andrea