Saturday, March 17, 2012

Dearest God,

A sunrise can bring you to me.  A bird singing, a grandchild smiling, my husband's whisper, church bells ringing, a song playing, psalms being read, and holy silence all can bring you to me.

Today it was worms.  Worms brought you to me this afternoon.  Stella, my seven-year-old granddaughter was here for an overnight.  When I asked her what she wanted to do after we started with ice cream, she said she wanted to dig so  I gave her a small shovel and she began digging for worms.  At the same time I started edging my contemplative garden.  As my edging tool cut into the ground and I lifted up the loose sod, I realized I had unearthed the  worms Stella was looking for.  I called her over and she picked them up and piled them into her hand until she had about a dozen.  Then she carried them to another part of the garden so all the worms could be together as a family, new friends included, she told me.

While Stella's generous activity caused me to celebrate love at its finest, it was worms working in the garden that reminded me that all created things have their role to play in this world.  The soil is richer because of the worms in my garden.  They do their job because you created them to do soil work.  You created the sun to warm the ground and the rain to feed the plants.  You created me to tend the garden.  All things working together for good brought you to me this afternoon.

Loving God,
how wonderful
it is
to be
a participant
in this
great cosmos.
I am honored
to share
in your
glorious work.
Today I
am grateful
for Stella,
for rich soil,
for worms,
and most
of all,
your love.

Always, Andrea














Each morning as I sit down to write, my mind wanders often to one of the more recent sightings of your living presence in the world.