Friday, November 11, 2011

Dearest God,

I stood with his arms tight around me. My grandson whispered, "It's been soooo long, Grandma." I squeezed him tighter so aware that the power to grip my grandchild was the power of heaven.

Later he, his other grandma, his aunt, his grandpa, and I sat on the kingsize bed while we talked about painful memories that had kept us apart. But we also laughed, a sign of healing and hope that we were reshaping a new life together, one that would put us on a path of joy and praise.

My love
for you
has never
been greater.
My recognition
of you
as the
greatest power
in creation
has never been
more keen.
My gratitude
is at
its peak
threatening once again
to spill over,
flooding the earth.

Love always, Andrea