Friday, March 9, 2012

Dear God,

You blessed my life forty three years ago today when I gave birth to my first child.  As soon as she slipped from my body into the hands of my doctor, I breathed a prayer of thanksgiving.  I knew she was a gift.  I felt your love entrusting me with a daughter.

Now she is a middle school secretary and substitute nurse. She cares about the kids in her care.  She affirms, supports, challenges, and generally loves every one of them.  She is your hands and feet at her school.

I've come to realize we are your hands and feet here on earth.  As we take seriously our faith and our life's calling, we just naturally care for others.  When we understand the awesome responsibility we have, we do our caring through the eyes of faith.  When we see need in another person and we work to provide for that need, we are the embodiment of your loving grace.  We are hope to the hopeless and faith to the fearful.

As I count up my blessings this morning, I count you more than once.

You are
the source
of every
good gift.
As I consider
all I have
like faith,
hope, love,
joy, and peace,
I know who
to thank.

Love, Andrea