Monday, November 21, 2011

Dearest God,

"When I gaze into the night sky and see the work of your fingers..." I sang along with the choir 1,100 miles away. With closed eyes and a heart so open to you, I sang with angels and saints giving praise to you, Great and Wondrous God. You are filled with glory and that glory reaches from eternity to hearts ready to receive you. As we embrace your goodness, we are filled with gratitude and gratitude begs to be expressed. As I sat at my desk looking out at the gentle rain falling upon the earth, I thought how much your love is like that coming to us from heaven.

Your glory fills me each time I step toward heaven, say yes to your challenge, or allow myself to be taken up as I witness your hand at work. The whole of me breathes in your living presence and I know for certain the god in whom I believe.

Let the love
my heart feels
for you
lift to you,
my Lord
and my creator.
Let me sing
heaven's song
again and again.
Let the
whole of me
remain in praise
forever.

Love, Andrea