Saturday, October 15, 2011

Dear God,

Pots of sacred memories prompt us to move forward remembering that by grace and divine power we can do anything we are asked. By dipping in and ladling out we find courage, hope, and the ability to risk for the anticipation of faith growth and celebration.

How many times have you pointed me backward reminding me of your movement in my life? How often have you whispered "Trust me, remember when...?" As I take steps into my future, you nudge me to continue working my life of faith. How can I forget?

Move me always
in your direction,
Mighty God,
lead me
to you
that I might
help lead others.

Always, Andrea