Saturday, February 18, 2012

Dearest God,

Last night I went to bed with faith.  This morning I woke up with it.  I walked with it all day long. I  let faith interrupt my thoughts when I thought about sliding. 

This afternoon I watched the testimony to faith of musical wonder Whitney Houston who had a dog-eared bible and a pleading prayer.  I recognized again the power of faith to lift up, to lead forward, and to help when threats are all around.  I realized that we can stumble and fall again and again.  We can turn and walk away.  We can forget and choose to believe it is not enough.  But faith will lay claim on us one more time when we cry out to you.

I used to think I had to be perfect, that life had to be perfect.  I thought I had to lead a perfect life, be a perfect wife and mother.  I thought I had to be a perfect house cleaner, a perfect person in every way.  But those thoughts, I finally had to acknowledge, were not faith's words.  It took years to let go of that inner voice who tried to defeat me but how sweet it was when faith picked me up and spoke, "Oh honey, God's waitin' for you.  Give him your hand.  Take a walk and discover the best life you're ever goin' to have."

Every day I get to acknowledge you as Lord of the universe.  I get to listen to eternity sing her glorious song.  I get to let your spirit infuse me with life, real life, the juices of heaven.  And I get to walk wherever I want with the Creator who designed the cosmos and then let me roam in it with God's hand.  I get to carry faith and let it carry me for all time and I want to.  I really want to!

Wondrous God,
will my heart
overflow with gratitude
every day?
Will I
find faith
the greatest gift
every morning
when I awaken?
Will I
stand strong
when my world
is shaking
and it wants
to toss me about
and throw me down?
Will I
trust you
to guide me
to joy
so I can
spill it over
to others?
Will I?

Love, Andrea