Saturday, December 31, 2011

Dearest God,

What do I say to you, Great God, for the gifts of your living spirit in this year of 2011?  You have rained down your blessings upon me.  You have touched my heart and inspired me with your daily presence.  You have increased my faith, forgiven my sins, poured your grace upon me, flooded me with love, provided challenges and insights, corrected and discipled me, and given me so many visions of your loveliness.

Daily you cleaned out the debris in my soul reminding me that too much clutter in my life can lead to trouble.  You swept away the cobwebs of neglect allowing me to keep a fresh home for you.  You checked out the corners looking for even the tiniest rootings of anger, resentment, or bitterness.  When you found anything you gently pulled them free and placed them on the pile for recovery.  You kept the doors to my heart open whispering to me that an open heart will be ready to receive and give even though at times it will be hurt because that's what happens when you love.

As I continued to live out my commitment in my covenant group, you asked for an accounting of my soul's activities.  Wherever and whenever necessary you nudged me to make changes, to allow your transforming power to take hold of areas I tried to keep hidden from you and myself.  You challenged me to be more than I was.

This year you taught me the lessons of prayer, how I need to trust in you and rely upon you. You called me out when I tried to take your place.  You resettled my life and revealed to me a new level of priority.  You sang me the song of redemption and directed me to sing it too.You showed me how love can heal, guide, help, renew, restore, and reconcile.  You made sure I remembered that you are the power that makes all things new.

As I now look upon the countless many gifts that are mine, I literally overflow with gratitude.

Gracious and Merciful God,
take your
rightful place
in the center
of my faith,
my soul,
and my life.
Continually keep me
in my place
so that
I may keep
my eyes
upon you.
Make my
daily offerings
a testament
of faith
so that
I too
may be
a witness
to your
great love
in the cosmos.
This is
my grateful prayer
as I leave
the old year behind
and step
into the
near year ahead.

Love always, Andrea

Friday, December 30, 2011

Dear God,

"Give us this day our daily bread," we pray every Sunday in church.  Yesterday as I stood out in the cold in the Kohl's parking lot with just a thin sweatshirt to warm me, I realized that the bread you mention in your prayer is not just for physical food.  You also invite us to pray for spiritual nourishment, food to feed the soul.  I ate a full meal yesterday morning.

I ran in to Bob and Thelma whom I have not seen in probably 15 or 20 years.  Although we live in the same community, I have never come across them.  Today was different.  I was at Kohl's for a single minute to give something back to the lady at the check out and then I turned around and was walking out when Thelma was rushing in to check on her receipt.  There between the doors Thelma pointed me to Bob who was waiting in the car.  I knocked on the front of the car and a big smile spread across his face.  When he rolled down the window, I leaned all the way in and gave him a really big hug.  That's when it began.

Over the next several minutes Bob shared with me about his heart surgery some time back.  All went well with the surgery, he told me, and then suddenly all his organs began shutting down.  He was in a coma for a month.  But it was during that time when Bob saw a light and heard voices praying for him.  It was touch and go for a long time; yet, while he waited for physical healing, you were feeding him spiritual food.  After Bob shared, I told him about my own miracle and how you had been so merciful to Harold and to me. "Prayer is powerful," Bob told me.  "Every prayer is an act of love," I responded.  When I was too cold to stay outside any longer, I bid them goodbye and told them I figured you had provided us all a serendipitous moment.

Every morning when I awaken I begin the day by praying.  I realize now that by acknowledging your "knock" on the door of my heart by praying in the early hours of the day, I am asking for spiritual food.  As I feed on you first, I am enabled to sense mystical moments all day long.  I am enabled to see and hear you and my writing becomes a journal of heavenly sightings.  How glorious is that?

Most Holy God,
full of wonder
and grace,
thank you
for Bob
and Thelma
and others
like them
who simply share
your glorious work.
Thank you
for that moment
when Thelma
and I
recognized one another.
Thank you
for our sharing
and for
your loving grace
that we offered
one another.
I am
so grateful.

Love, Andrea

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Dear God,

The gifts of Christmas keep coming simply because you are the God of many gifts.  While eating breakfast at our kitchen table this morning, Mary, Harold's cousin from Illinois, commented that she had not been with the family for Christmas for more than 50 years.  I could not believe it.  I told her she was invited every year from now on.

You gave each of us who gathered for Harold's family Christmas the gift of inclusion.  Each person was warmly welcomed into our home and our family gathering.  Each received a gift from us and the extra special gift from you.  Who could want more?

Gracious God,
Giver of Many Gifts,
thank you
for your
eternal presence.
Thank you
for your
compassionate love
and mercy.
Thank you
for drawing us in,
welcoming us home,
and blessing us
with family.

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Dearest God,

You, Most Holy God, know the treasure of Christmas is not the gifts we receive.  Neither is it the Christmas tree and decorations, not even the parties, nor concerts we attend.  It is not the music of the season or the people who gather together to celebrate.  It is not Santa Clause and all the children who sit happily upon his lap.  The real gem of Christmas is Christian faith alive and living.  A beautifully carved creche with wooden figures is nothing more than that without the living presence of Christ alive...in us.

This Christmas season was spectacular for me.  I attended five plays/programs, held two big family gatherings feeding nearly 40 people, orchestrated an entire Advent weekend festival with seven grandchildren ages 4-11, and had coffee or lunch with three other small groups/people.  In January I will hold a festive epiphany party/meal for 24 and a gathering of perhaps 20 women. 

What made this season so glorious for me?  It was the mystical moments, the coming of your son in my mind, heart, and soul.  He came unexpectedly in so many ways.  The breeze of your spirit blew gently in my home when I let busyness give way to quiet silence.  As I prepared myself for your appearance, I opened the whole of me for the miracle, the stillness, the song of love, the word of hope, and the joy of living faith.  You came before dawn, in the middle of the afternoon, at night, and in my dreams.  You spoke simple words, sang eternity's song, shined your light, and radiated love so many times.  The grace in it all was that I recognized your presence.  I knew you were here, a living, visible reminder of your wondrous self. 

On this snowy morning when tree branches hold those huge snowflakes that fell yesterday, once again my heart is grateful for the exceedingly joyous gift of faith in a living God.

Come, dance
in my soul,
Bright and Shining God;
bring to me
the instruments
of heaven
so that
I may
give praise
and sing
with joy
and gratitude.
For you
have blessed me
immeasurably.
How can
I thank you?

Love always, Andrea

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Dear God,

Just after dawn on Christmas morning, I looked out my writing room window and saw the statue of St. Francis of Assisi just at the edge of my contemplative garden.  A few years ago I received him as a late birthday present.  Each time I peek into my garden I am reminded of the kindly monk whose whole life was given to the care of others in the 13th century.  His devotion to you, his love for people and nature, and his commitment to service always calls me to a higher life with and in you.

And so Christmas morning as I lighted the candles all around my home, I stepped out into the cold morning carrying a lighted candle that I placed at his feet.  Periodically I gazed outside to watch the flame of your light burning with a love that I felt encircled the globe.

As I write this, I wonder if others lighted a candle for this wondrous saint.  I wonder if their light was an intentional act of peace remembering his ministry was a call to love and peace.  I wonder if every lighted candle carried with it the Light of the World.

Shine, O Christ,
with your
eternal light.
Radiate hope
into this
hopeless world
of selfishness,
greed, corruption,
and darkness.
Let your light
break through
every darkness
and bring
the things
that make
for peace.
Begin with me,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Monday, December 26, 2011

Dear God,

The glory of your presence on Christmas morning is unlike any other day of the year except for Easter.  In the predawn hours I stepped into the darkened living room, plugged in the Christmas tree and mantle lights, and then went into every room and lighted every candle.  I came back into the living room, knelt before my family altar (coffee table), took baby Jesus in the manger from the hidden place, and then put him in the stable with his parents.  Then I picked up the shepherds and sheep, one by  one, and put them to the side and front of the manger.  It was then I heard a voice that seemed to be Mary's say, "come up closer."  As warm tears filled my eyes, I moved the shepherds and all the wise men as close as I could.  And then I sang sweet songs of Christmas.  As I tarried for some time, the oil lamp casting shadows on the back of the stable, your presence filled the room. 

Later when my husband came into the room and turned on the television, I left the kitchen where I was busy preparing Christmas dinner and we sat together watching the Indianapolis Children's Choir sing in concert.  We listened and saw several choirs of children singing the familiar and not so familiar songs of the season.  I took Harold's hand, feeling so blessed by the events of the holiday but more than that I was celebrating the mystical moments of holy joy and peace that only you give.

Wondrous God,
full of
gracious love
and joyous hope,
allow me
the humble privilege
of magnifying
your name
and bringing you
my humble devotion.
Let me
praise you
with the
whole of me.
Permit me
the opportunity
to sing
eternity's song
of salvation.
You have come
into the world
not just
so many
years ago
but also
this morning.
I am blessed.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, December 25, 2011

Dearest God,

You come in mystery, your wonders to be told.  Last night we joined my youngest daughter and her family in church.  They had been asked to light the advent candle and I couldn't sing at my church because a faulty furnace lets off too much heat in the front of the sanctuary and that affects my health.  As we sang together Joy to the World a wonderful thing happened. 

In my mind's eye I saw the Christmas Eve worship at the tiny town in West Africa where my husband preached outdoors one night.  In November 2005 the lights had gone out just before he arrived and he preached by the light of the moon.  Tonight there was glorious light.  And then I heard Christmas carols being sung at the Kumasi Methodist Cathedral in Kumasi, Ghana which is located next to a prison.  I could see prisoners singing, hoping, praying, weeping, listening.  Again I found myself up the slopes of Mt. Lacerone at the monastery in Greccio, Italy, the scene of the first live nativity where St. Francis wanted to honor the Christ child and put hatred out of human hearts.  Later as the birth story was being read from Luke's gospel, I heard the story spoken in every human language.  Warm tears filled my eyes as I listened and saw the miracle once again.

Come, Glorious King,
reign over us
with your
gracious love.
Remind us
of eternity's gift.
Teach us
the way
of love,
mercy, compassion,
and forgiveness.
Shine your light
upon us
this Christmas day
and please
make room
for us
at the stable
so we too
may offer
our humble praise.
We thank you again,
Wondrous and Giving God.

Love, Andrea

Saturday, December 24, 2011

My dearest God,

Christmas Eve has always been the most special day of the year for me.  Ever since I can remember the holy has come to me.  More than 55 years ago in my grandmother's tiny United Methodist Church in Atlanta, Indiana it came as a bright light while my cousin and I sang in harmony Silent Night, Holy Night.  As very young Jimmy and I sang our duet, the light shone uniting our voices in unison, one voice to sing your praise.

Several years ago it came as I offered the Eucharist at the late service.  I stood in the front center aisle holding the bread when my hands literally became a manger.  What I was offering was Jesus himself. 

This morning in the predawn hours, I plugged in the Christmas tree and mantle lights, lit a candle, turned on Christmas music, and sat down with my bible in front of the coffee table where I always put my olive wood nativity scene that I carried back from Bethlehem.  I leaned over and moved Joseph and Mary from a "far away" place into the stable and then lighted my oil lamp to the side of the creche.  Suddenly, the nativity came to life.  Mary, Joseph and the animals became real as I read aloud the birth story.  As I was reading the story Susan Boyle sang Do You Hear What I Hear?.  As I sat alone with the holy scene before me, I breathed in your glorious presence and let the music warm my faith and joy as Susan Boyle sang Make Me A Channel of Your Peace, supposedly the words of my favorite saint, Francis of Assisi.

What I know to be true is that you continually reveal yourself to us.  You want to be known and experienced.  You want us to know your love and grace.  You want to come to us and you want us to welcome you in.  On Christmas Eve something extra special happens.  I can't explain it nor would I want to.  There are just those mystical moments to be enjoyed, embraced, and enjoined into our hearts and spirits.  And as I make myself ready every year, you show up unexpectedly in ways I could not manufacture and I am always amazed and humbled.  Today was no different.  You came to my home when I came to your manger.

Christ,
saviour and
hope of the world,
let your
light shine
every day
in my heart.
Keep the door
to my soul
open, propped open,
ready to
welcome you in.
Let me
shine your light
this Christmas,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Friday, December 23, 2011

Dear God,

This week you gave me an opportunity to embrace another life lesson.  I had made my plans for a couple of days, thinking how wonderful they could be.  But then a phone call came which changed everything.  Suddenly my plans were altered.  No emergencies or problems, just a major shift in the way I imagined the time would be spent.  At first I was miffed, irritated but then you came to me and revealed how the time could be redeemed.  That small alteration made all the difference and my disappointment turned into an opportunity for some quiet time spent just with you.

I realize I need to consult with you each morning, to lean toward your voice leading and guiding me to know how I can most meaningfully live out my day.  When I spend my first moments of the day with you, I have learned that many surprises can come my way.  When I allow myself to change in midstream, to take a turn in a different direction, to act spontaneously upon your nudge, and to trust you in every situation, a normal day can become an extraordinary day by your grace.

Lead me,
O God,
to the
learning place
where I sit
at your feet
listening, taking in
the glories
of faith.
Teach me
to surrender
my belligerent will
to your
unending love,
I pray.

Yours, Andrea

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Dear God,

Two days in a row, two glorious days in a row I have found myself in the midst of faith discussions placing you in the center of the conversation.  For hours we spoke of the wonders of faith, the awesomeness of miracles and spiritual wanderings, and the specific ways in which you have moved in our lives.  On Wednesday it was with two friends.  Today at Paradise Bakery it was with a son in faith.

No Advent or Christmas season should go without such faith happenings.  None.  It is during these moments that we are reminded who we are in relationship to you, what you are about, and how much spirit power you wield to enhance and enrich our lives.  I believe there is no greater joy than the sharing of faith with one another.

As I ponder your undying, unending love and grace, I realize you are not only the true gift of Christmas but the truest gift of human life.  Daily your spirit presence breeze blows gently into our lives.  Although we are not always spirit conscious, nevertheless, you come to us breathing spirit air in our direction.  When peace settles upon us, we don't always give you credit but you are definitely its source.

Following Christmas as I reflect back upon this Advent and Christmas season, I am certain I will recall to mind the many ways you came to me bringing more joy that I surely deserve.  And I will give thanks, my redeemer and friend.

Holy Spirit God,
breathe upon me
every time
you want.
Let your spirit
do its work
in me.
Raise my head
at your coming.
Open my heart,
my mind,
and my spirit
to your leading.
Give me
your grace
to obediently follow,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Dear God,

What happens when music wafts its sounds into the human soul?  How does it stir the human heart, making it weep with joy?

It is no secret:  I have wanted to draw close to you this Advent, Christmas, and Epiphany.  I have wanted to experience the deepest emotions with you. I have wanted to subject my soul to the influence of your Holy Spirit presence.  I have wanted to understand better the gospel message of Christmas.  I have wanted my faith to increase, my love to grow, and my witness to be more authentic.  I have wanted more of you in my life.

As a result I have attended several events where music offered everything I have wanted.  I have allowed the Hallelujah Chorus to call me to attention.  I have listened intently to Gruber's Silent Night, opening my own heart to the silence of love.  I have danced with grandchildren to the sounds of Jingle Bell Rock.  I have permitted my mind to consider the work of your hands in Mary, Did You Know?  In the confines of my own home I have quieted myself to hear I Believe and the sounds of Christmas Tranquility.  Daily I turn on music that lifts me to high places where you are easily found.  I have traveled the road to you through music this glorious season and I have not been disappointed once.  In fact my whole person is prepped for Christmas Eve worship where I may offer myself once again to the baby in the manger, the Christ on the cross, and the spirit of the Living God.  I am ready, my Redeemer; I am ready for Christmas!

Holy God,
Lover of My Soul,
I am
so grateful
for eternity's love
that can
be found
through music.
I am full
to overflowing.
How I love you!

As always, Andrea

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Dear God,

Can believing something make it happen?  Can love make heaven on earth? Can the power of faith make for hope and peace?

As I listen to Andrea Borcelli sing I Believe, my spirit tells me that faith and love working together can change the world.  One person joining another and then another committed to living lives of love can be the beginning of peace in our world.  When I care for the stranger halfway around the world, I know I am exhibiting love and I believe hope is possible.  When I pray, I believe my prayer travels far, lasts an eternity, and touches many lives.  Can that kind of love make heaven on earth? Yes.

Sometimes I become cynical.  When I listen to our nation's politicians blame the other "party" for their failure to come together, I get so disgusted. I feel embarrassed, ashamed of the children dressed in adult clothing who are charged with making the world a better place.  In my revulsion I believe nothing will change.  But then your Holy Spirit challenges me, causing me to pray, to act in faith, and to live a life of love.  I am no better when I fail to live from love and faith.

As I consider the difficulties we face in this world, I realize once again your call to be peace lovers.  You came in the flesh to bring peace and peace can only come when I operate out of love and faith. 

Loving God,
Prince of Peace,
remind me
of my part
in your
peace plan.
Teach me
one more time
the way
of faith
and love,
I pray.

Always, Andrea

Monday, December 19, 2011

Dear God,

"Now I know why we celebrate Christmas every year!"  I told my husband after the Handel's Messiah concert.  "Now I know."  We live the scriptures.  We put human faces to the story of faith.  We live the presence of Christ in the world.  

When I consider the world, the creation of our own making, I realize once again the dullness of our faith, the lifelessness of Christian belief and practice, and our living at shallow levels.  I see how we have taken the gifts of eternity and reshaped them into whatever we want in order to live the way we want to live.  We have been successful in cheating ourselves of the awe and wonder of faith.  We have given in to cheap substitutes and those have threatened the backbone of all that is beautiful.

But at Christmas time you draw our minds back to the originator of our being.  We cannot denounce the birth and resurrection of a redeemer.  We may want to but the world around us will not allow us.  Although retail stores are in it for the money, they force us to remember that a birth happened, a baby came bringing faith to a faithless world.  We cannot erase angels who called out or shepherds who ran to see or wise men who were compelled to bring gifts.  We cannot stop the song that begs to be sung all year long.  At Christmas you whisper, "I am here like I told you I would be."

Come, Lord Jesus, come
into our darkness
and bring
your light
once again.
Shine upon us
and let
your light penetrate
every dark place
within us.
Remove all obstacles
and create space
for you.
Bring us
to life
so we
may join you
in radiating
your light
and singing
your song
for all eternity.
This is
my prayer.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Dear God,

I finally received notice that my books, preaching robe, and stoles arrived in the hands of the church in Ghana.  The postcard filled me with humble joy as I considered the joy of my Ghanaian brothers and sisters in ministry.  Ten pastors received my stoles alone.  I have witnessed the joy of the African people and I know they were joyous.  How happy you made me to give my stoles to men and women of faith who literally walk miles to minister to your people. 

I have come to realize that a life fulfilling your will in the world is the best life one can have.  To live each day in your light, to listen for your voice and follow your call, and to live in love and share the best one has to offer is indeed the life you intend for every human creature.  As I accept your daily will and do as you direct, I find great satisfaction, peace, and joy.  On the other hand, when I fail, when I choose shallow substitutes, I feel the err in my soul, the discontent, the lacking, the grief and I know there is a better way.

As I reflect upon my blessed time in Ghana in 2005 I can still feel your spirit joy infusing my soul with love.  But then isn't that what you offer every day?

God of Wonder and Beauty,
thank you,
thank you
for unending joy
and for
my brothers
and sisters
in ministry
in Africa.
Bless them
with faith,
boldness, and courage.
Let your presence
hover above them,
O God,
so that
your people
in Africa
will see
your glory
and give way
to your love
in their lives.

Love, Andrea

Saturday, December 17, 2011

Dear God,

What was it like the first time Jesus shared the Lord's Prayer with his disciples? Once they learned it did they feel they had a part of him inside themselves? How and when did they teach it to others?

I am always brought to the edge of faith when I utter the prayer. Whether in church, at the monastery, or listening to it musically, I feel drawn to you. "Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name, thy kingdom come, thy will be done."

I have experienced your kingdom come on earth. Every time a life is transformed by grace, when faith arises where fear dominated, and when a decision is made to leave behind unforgiving spirits, I know your kingdom has come on earth as it is in heaven.

When I trust you to move me through a difficult situation, I know your kingdom is being made manifest in this world. I know that your power is helping me overcome the power cheating me out of a meaningful life. Every temptation dissolves when I take your hand and step away knowing your grace can assist me in relinquishing anything that holds me back from the existence you have designed for me.

As I write daily I am mindful, keenly aware that your presence is evident every day. All I have to do is tune myself into the channel of your great love and I can see for myself what you are doing in your creation.

I don't have
to ask you
to come,
Gracious God;
you are
already here
waiting and
wanting me
to turn
to you.
Let your
glory shine
all over
the world,
O God,
draw us
to your side
in awe
and wonder,
in belief
and obedience,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Friday, December 16, 2011

Dearest God,

It is not hard to keep faith alive when we put ourselves in "growing" places. Today I found myself in such a spot. I felt that familiar feeling of growth, that sudden burst of length and width.

During lunch I asked questions and listened to my friend talk about her six-year-old daughter who has been dealing with a brain tumor for nearly two years. In a race to keep the cancer at bay she's already had nearly 100 chemo treatments. The little girl named Grace after God's grace is spunky, effervescent, and a happy child who loves to dance and belt out songs of faith. She is courageous, direct, and unafraid.

Grace is your ambassador at the hospital. Dubbed the "angel of Riley" she encourages other children and their parents. Recently she insisted on seeing the principal at her elementary school so she could convince her to substitute the school Christmas gift exchange for students to a toy drive for Riley kids. They got eight big boxes of toys.

This summer Grace and her parents held a fundraiser and raised $13,000 that they used to provide "Make a wish" gifts for two dying children. Grace loves caring for sick kids.

Just a few days ago Grace and her mom sneaked into an Intensive Care room to offer words of hope to four-year-old Ella and her mom and dad. Before they got shooed away Grace had already held Ella's hand, shared with the patient her own story, and told her the headache from brain surgery would soon feel better and that she was praying for her.

What more can faith do in the midst of faith but increase and multiply, storing up a reserve when threatened by doubt, temptation, sin, fear or rebellion?

Holy God,
Power of the Universe,
Gentle Loving Spirit,
how I
thank you
for my friend Stephanie
and little Gracie.
How I
thank you
for the
dramatic transformation
that has
taken place
in Stephanie's life
over the
last 23 years
where faith
took root
and grew.
Thank you
for grace
and love
that can
make anything change.
Thank you
for your presence
that makes anyplace
a growing place.

Love, Andrea

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Dearest God,

For 20 minutes I listened to a six-year-old chatterbox as she told me how she had the "funnest and bestest time in her whole life" at my home. She carried on and on telling me new ideas for next year's advent weekend. Quietly I chuckled with joy knowing that the time Lucy spent with her two siblings and four cousins at my home last weekend was meaningful to her.

But it was what happened at the end of the conversation that touched my heart. I told her I was Christmas shopping and that I wanted her to tell me what she would like for Christmas. "Grandma, I don't need anything! I just want your love and you." She quickly replied. "Lucy, you are such a sweetie pie but I want to buy you a gift. Please give me an idea." Four times she assured me that my love for her was enough. She didn't need anything more.

As I consider the magnificent way your love grows inside us providing us with love to share with others around us, I am amazed how a tiny seed of love can grow and multiply, increasing ten fold, a hundred fold, a thousand fold, and more. When my grandchildren are with me for special times, that love grows exponentially and I know the leaven for that love is you.

Glorious and Generous God,
bless you
for the
seed of
your love
planted within us.
Thank you
for the fruit
that is produced
by your love.
Thank you
for gifts
that make
your love
grow more
and more
and more.

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

Dearest God,

If it is true "home is where the heart is" then what causes the heart to feel so at home? Why and how do some places on earth give the feeling of home and others do not?

I can be so distracted by many things but the moment the wheels of my car touch the pavement of a monastic community, I feel peace wash over me. My inner being breathes a quiet sense of relief. All goes still inside me. Love invites me in. Everything else becomes secondary as my spirit unites with yours in a most holy and wonderful way. As a result my whole self feels at home.

Although the church, even the faciliity, at times can produce a spiritual euphoria in me, monastic communities are like nothing else. It is almost as if the very air is uniquely altered allowing the human spirit to delve deeply into life's greatest mysteries. It is beautifully invitational where your spirit moves without hindrance or resistance. It blows where it will, resting upon those who are drawn by it.

Today as I sang the psalms with the sisters of St. Benedict during liturgy and read responsively the words of Isaiah, I was truly at home, knowing home is always with you.

Blessed God,
Giver of Good Gifts,
Lover of All,
give me
a new language
with which
to praise you.
Let my
whole being
burst forth
in joy
bringing glory
to your name.
You alone
are worthy
of earthly
and celestial praise.
My heart
is full
of love
for you.

Forever yours, Andrea

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Dear God,

I heard you whisper stories of redemption, reconciliation, hope, faith, and love. The simple act of addressing Christmas cards triggered memories of your touch in the lives of family and friends. As I raced across time witnessing your goodness, I found myself seated at the center of my own faith.

That's why this Christmas I am most grateful for faith, faith that galvanizes, sets straight, cleanses, enjoins, and embraces. As I peeked inside the lives of loved ones, I remembered some of their deep struggles and how they overcame them with faith. I recalled their climb from despair to hope to joy all because they acted upon faith and trusted in the possibility of change and transformation.

As I listened to the sounds of Christmas while I wrote, I allowed your spirit to infuse me with faith that speaks volumes at this time of year. I realized that the nonsensical shopping from store to store to get just the right thing is not where it's at at all. The hope of the ages lies in the breath I breathe by faith.

Everlasting God,
to whom
all glory
is due,
receive the gratitude
I hold
in my heart
for all those
you have touched
with faith.
Today family and friends
whose lives
have been altered
by your
life-saving grace
and generous love
became a testimony
of faith.
Thank you
for the gifts
that truly
keep on giving.

Love always, Andrea

Monday, December 12, 2011

Dear God,

Today I remembered a beautiful moment that happened on friday evening. My grandchildren, ages 4 to 11, and I had traveled to the Lucille Raines Residence in Indianapolis. A United Methodist home for recovering addicts and the visually impaired, we had taken cookies, gently used clothing, a quart jar full of money, and our singing voices to interact with the residents there.

As we sang our Christmas songs in the car on the way to the inner city, I stopped us for a moment to talk a little about the ministry and the people who call Lucille Raines Residence home. "I'm not going there!" One said. "Me neither." Shouted another. I told them what the addicts had lost by making poor choices to take drugs but how they were trying to clean up their lives. Although they were still a little fearful they were open to going inside.

As we entered the doorway each of us carrying something, we were greeted by the gentleman at the desk, a recovering addict himself. We handed him the cookies and we introduced ourselves and talked a few minutes as he engaged the kids. Then we began singing Christmas carols in the lobby. Although usually suffering from stage fright, 11-year-old Gabrielle began to sing a solo, "Do you hear what I hear?" Two little voices started singing the echo part. Although the words weren't just right, the angelic voices blessed the residents sitting nearby.

As we bid our new friends goodbye, little Rylan asked when we could go back to sing for them again. I realized then how you truly make all things new.

Open our hearts
to others,
dear God;
teach us
the way
of love.
Remind us
how much
you love us
so that
we will
go out
to love others.
Thank you
for prized moments
of learning,
growing, and loving.

Forever yours, Andrea

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Dear God,

Holy moments appear when you open heaven's door to us. Today seven of my grandchildren and I spent a few hours at Conner Prairie Prairietown. We took a wagon ride, visited the schoolhouse and listened to the controversy over school on Christmas Day, danced to the sound of the fiddle, and roamed the streets taking in the 1836 adventure. But the real moment of joy awaited us at the Jewish home.

When we entered the tiny one room house, a couple of children were playing at the table so we stood to the side. When they left, the period character invited the kids to play the dreidel game. As they sat down and began to play, spinning the dreidel and putting beans in the center, the woman of the house explained the game. Played during Hanukkah, she shared the miracle of the oil. They played and listened as she explained the meaning of the miracle to us.

A few minutes later the woman counted and saw that we were eight people, the same number of the menorah candles. She then invited us to join in the festival of lights whereby each one of us would come around the table, take a candle, light it from the larger candle and then light one of the candles in the menorah. My grandchildren became quiet, watching and listening as even my youngest, four-year-old Rylan picked up his candle and lighted one of the menorah candles. The silent acts of celebration became the moment when I think we all felt your presence. Although within minutes we were on our way to the next thing, there was still the realization that something very special happened when we lighted the candles.

Shine your light
upon us,
O Lord;
teach us
to shine
your light
on others.
Reveal your miracles
to us.
Remind us
of your
mighty work
in the world.
Cause us
to stop,
look, and listen
for holy scenes
and sounds
that teach us
eternity's message,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Dearest God,

This is our big weekend, our yearly Advent weekend when seven of my grandchildren, ages 4-11, come to stay with me. With all kinds of activities planned to give us 44 hours together, it is a grand time to share our love for one another.

Lord, with love that you have given us, we have a full roster of things to do like sleeping on the floor in sleeping bags in one big room, enjoying a floor picnic by the Christmas tree and eating hot dogs cooked in the fireplace, watching nighttime Christmas movies at home, eating a candlelighted breakfast with Christmas dishes in the dining room, making cookies and cards for two soldiers, singing Christmas songs in the car, caroling, giving cookies, clothes, and a Christmas jar full of money for a new roof at a home for recovering drug addicts, making Christmas pajamas out of long johns, wandering around Conner Prairie Prairietown, taking a wagon ride, dancing in one of the 1836 homes, and making paper dolls, praying each night, going to church on Sunday, and eating at their favorite Bob Evans Restaurant. Whew!

Our time together is made possible by you and we are very thankful.

Good and Gracious God,
I am filled
with love
for you.
I am
constantly reminded
that all
my good gifts
come from you.
Every time.

Love always, Andrea

Friday, December 9, 2011

Dear God,

Lord, this morning we let love lead us as we said goodbye to Amber, my daughter and her family's golden retriever. As we rode in the car to the vet, I fed Amber popcorn and peanut butter crackers. Stashed in the car by someone who had forgotten them, I offered them to Amber on her last ride. With tears streaming from our eyes, Jenni and I kept telling her we loved her.

It is hard to love and say goodbye. It is difficult to let go, to release those we love. Yet, you have taught us that while love is the most joyous of all emotions, it is also the most painful. At one time or another love will cause us to cry.

Thank you
for Amber,
for her
loving spirit
and kind heart.
Let us
never forget her,
we pray.

Love, Andrea

Thursday, December 8, 2011

Dear God,

Why is it so hard to have patience? Is it because we are so self absorbed, expecting the world to bend to our timeline, our desires, our wishes, and our goals? Is it because we do not want to be hindered, inconvenienced, or limited in any way? Why is patience so hard to achieve?

Whether waiting on a doctor to give a result or a persnickety printer to work right, patience wears thin. We get irritable, grouchy with others, and short-tempered. It's not as though we plan to be that way; we just seem to naturally evolve into this wild-eyed person who has difficulties going with life's flow. Why is that?

I have heard people remark, "He has the patience of Job!" Why do some take life easier than others? Why can't we all be that way?

Good grief, as I sit here pondering one of life's great questions, I hear "tee hee, tee hee." Of course, it is always about trust and letting go. It is always about listening, giving way to the best in ourselves, and giving proof to that bit of goodness tucked inside us. Patience is about putting ourselves in your hands, allowing you to teach us good manners about life. Our character is forged by our willingness to permit you to reshape us and remake us into the person we were always fashioned to be.

Remould us,
O God,
until we get
ourselves right.
Make patience
a goal
in each
of us,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Dearest God,

In two days Amber will walk through heaven's gates. How do I know this? I have come to believe that you give us love to share with others. You allow us to love animals, dogs, cats, birds, etc, making them part of our family. You make love grow giving birth to joy in our lives. As our relationships grow so does our love. It only makes sense to me that love for our pets, our family members, continues on even after their death and new life. As I imagine reunion with you and all our loved ones, I see us altogether once again.

Amber has given so much love during her ten years here on earth. As my daughter Jenni's golden retriever, she has blessed her family in so many ways. Every time I walk through the door Amber greets me with a gift. Sometimes it is a shoe or a toy or a scarf. Always she shows me her love by wagging her tail, brushing up close to me, and nudging my hand for a loving. I always tell her I love her even before I take a step into the house.

Amber is dying and we are all very sad. On Friday she will be put down because she is worn out, in liver failure, and with so many bone spurs and bad hips. The vet said she was astounded that she was still able to walk and function. We know why she is still going; she wants to keep giving love to those around her. And frankly, we want her to stay with us because we want to give her love too. But it's time to let go.

So often, frequently, sometimes every day I hear your words of challenge, "Trust me, trust me." Particularly when I can do nothing else, when I am at a dead end and can go no further, when I have no more answers I hear your soft call to trust you. You have taught me many life lessons and one is to trust you in all things.

There is nothing outside your loving care. All things go through you from beginning to end. Our beloved Amber is in your care and our great task is to trust you with her as we release her from pain and give her back to you.

Help us
in the
letting go process,
dear God.
Remind us
that life
is fragile
and love
is a
delicate flower.
We are blessed
every time
love comes
our way.
Teach us
to trust you
when we
fail to surrender
whatever it is
we desperately
hold onto.
Recall to
our minds
the truth
that love
goes before us
even as love
remains behind us
and all
we love.
Thank you.

Love always, Andrea

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Dearest God,

Do our loved ones carry memories of our love with them when they leave us for heaven? Do they know how great our love is for them and how hard it is for us to let go? Do they know we want them with us forever but we understand there comes a time when we must physically release them but never emotionally and spiritually? Do they (we)go from love to love?

The greatest gift you have ever given us is love. Your love for us reaches so deep and is unending. Yet, you have also given us the ability to love others as well. With your love as leaven, we increase that love by loving others. As love grows, our desire to keep loved ones close multiplies. When the end of this earthly life begins its journey, we hold tight to those we love so much. Sometimes we turn on you because we perceive you are taking them from us. Alas, we do not want to surrender. But perhaps in surrendering we are taking on more love as we trust you and receive your salve of hope and peace which is the substance of love.

Loving God,
you hold
us all
at the
same time.
When one leaves
this earthly realm,
we feel
the shift
and we
are afraid
that if
we let go
we will
be forgotten.
We want
to remain
linked forever.
Help us hold
our loved ones loosely
giving room
for love
to grow
more and more,
I pray.

Love, Andrea

Monday, December 5, 2011

Dear God,

I walk into love each time I make my way to Bethel Church. I am scooped up by children, teens, and adults young and old. I receive hugs galore. What it tells me is this: You are present waiting to greet old friends.

To feel your arms around me, to sense the joy your love offers, and to drink in your presence that heals and hopes, flavors and blesses, and enchants and inspires is to experience the wonderment of grace. Not only do I experience the love of your people, I also get to be touched by you once again.

Blessed God,
to whom
all glory
is due,
thank you
for your
gracious love
poured out
day in
and day out.
Thank you
for vessels
that not only
hold love
but give it away.
Thank you
for blessings
that constantly
await us.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, December 4, 2011

Dear God,

"All rise," the singer cried out, "all rise." We will all rise at your final coming, she sang. But I didn't want to wait; I wanted to rise up in the fourth row in Elliott Hall at the annual Purdue Glee Club Christmas program. I wanted to stand at your coming now. The spirited music poured into my pores as I listened to the song of faith from 200-300 talented college-age musicians.

In less than 24 hours I attended two fabulous Christmas concerts. I listened as your spirit engaged those of us gathered. I heard the sound of heaven calling and I allowed my soul to be filled with the sounds of Christmas. How could we ever miss heaven's calling?

Today I will take my granddaughter to the Nutcracker and later to Bethel's Children's Christmas Program. We will listen again to the message of the season. How happy I am to be immersed in your love at Christmas. How I yearn to stay tuned every day for your coming! Come, Lord Jesus, come.

Let heaven
cry out.
Let the angels
sing their
hymns of praise.
Let the
human heart
be opened
to the message
of salvation.
Let my heart
be yours,
dear God,
now and forever.

Love, Andrea

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Dear God,

At first I was distracted, not even sure I could enter into the candlelight season of singing at St. Luke's. I was too hot and too worn out. On the back row to the side where I sat there were restless children in front and beside me. But suddenly like the multitude of angels that appeared to the shepherds, I was like a child drawn into wonder and awe. Tears welled and spilled from my eyes as the sounds and scenes of Christ's birth came alive.

The orchestra, singers, children and adults, the bell ringers and the dancers offered their best as I sat in the sanctuary lighted by candles and strings of white lights. I found myself saying over and over: "It's all for you, Lord; it's all for you." And I meant it.

And then the images came, the poor, the homeless, the lost. I saw their faces lifted, tears forming, joy spreading from ear to ear. I watched as homes of unhappy people, abusive people and their families stopped what they were doing, stunned by the angelic presence. I watched as the whole world joined in the singing. Weapons of every kind were dropped as their hearts were captured by you. Peace enveloped the creation as each man, woman, and child was presented your greatest gift. And I wept, a sob forming in my throat. Could it be? Is it possible?

As the thousand or more of us who gathered for the festivities stood and sang "Joy to the World" together with all the participants, I breathed my prayer of thanksgiving for my own awakening and the joy of a life with you filled with all the possibilities of heaven. Truly we were spreading joy, yours.

Holy God,
full of
power, love, and grace,
this morning
my heart
still overflows
with love
and gratitude.
Truly, I
have seen
a powerful vision
of your
majestic presence
and I
have known
heaven's joy.
Let me
keep on singing
your song,
the song
of hope
and peace
which always
leads to joy.

Love always, Andrea

Friday, December 2, 2011

Dear God,

What is truth? As I listen to the world's chatter, from politicians to bank executives, from priests to coaches, and from celebrities to academicians, I wonder if truth is simply whatever we make it to be. A truth may be this right now and that a little later. What is truth?

I lose heart when truth is revealed. Are we so naive as to believe we can concoct a truth to get us what we want and not get caught? Do we honestly believe that our truth is just, honest, and acceptable? And by what measure are we fashioning our truth?

When the truth finally comes out whether in the news, in families, or institutions, before I pick up the first stone, you always challenge me to do an inventory of my own life. Am I a solid truth teller? Do I rely on truth to lead me in life, knowing that you said, "You will know the truth and the truth will set you free?" Do I fudge the truth to get me by rather than accept my own frailty, own up to my own corruption, and make things right with you and others? Perhaps, I have to ask myself this question: If I were the moral compass for the world, what truth would be told?

Teach us
to tell
your truth,
dear God.
Remind us
that a lie,
however small,
corrupts the
human soul.
Draw us closer
to you
so that
we will follow
the good truth,
knowing that
the good truth
will always
make for
a better world.

Love always, Andrea

Thursday, December 1, 2011

Dear God,

Yesterday you brought two gifts to me. In the early morning hours as I drove my car to the monastery for our weekly covenant group and liturgy you spoke to me about the role of love in prayer. Because we love, we pray, you said. Love leads prayer. Even though I may not know the stranger, when I pray, I am showing love. You reminded me that love heals, helps, guides, forgives, hopes, and mends. Love and prayer are synonymous, tied so closely together by eternity's fine cord.

Secondly, in the readings from the psalms, you revealed the power of faith to move mountains of resistance, obstacles, and blocks. You told me that faith is a power source because it is connected to you. When anything is linked with you in faith and love, then miracles can and will occur as naturally as breathing the air around us. Images of faith being played out appeared before my own eyes and I witnessed again incredible scenes of your handiwork. Our faith in you moves our own souls to submission to a greater source of love and grace. That kind of power can change anything, you said.

As I allowed my mind to wander in the heavenlies, I realized how much you want us to open the space in our soul to your permanent residency. I believe you want us to live in you and you in us so that we may live the most meaningful lives possible in this world. With love and faith, you said, all things are indeed possible.

You are welcome
in my soul,
dearest God;
take up residency
in me.
Let your son
be the light
that shines
into the darkness.
Let his voice
be the voice
of love
in my own.
Teach me
to always submit
to your greatness
so that
you may
be seen
living in me.

Love always, Andrea