Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Dear God,

This morning I listened to birds flying overhead.  I should have stood outside and welcomed them home.  I marveled at their instincts that alert them when it is time to fly away to a warmer climate and when to return north in the spring.  A true homing device.

I think you have planted that same ability in us.  I believe you have implanted yourself inside us.  I believe you are the voice that calls us to come home.

There have been many times when I have heard you calling me home, times when I had slipped away or took off running for one reason or another.  Yet, that still small voice called out to me triggering a response.  I always knew it was you.  Sometimes I came; other times I confess I did not.  Yet, the wonder to me is that you kept calling anyway.  When I finally tired out, too weary to go any further, I was glad it was your voice that called.  Always.

Every day
you show
your love
to me,
Gracious God.
You speak
urging me
to listen,
to walk
with you,
and have
a good life.
Whether that
life is wonderful
or troubling,
you invite me
to remain close.
You call
to me
wherever I am
so that
we can
travel together.
Thank you.

Love, Andrea