Monday, April 23, 2012

Dear God,

The caw of a blackbird took me zooming back to the family farm where some of my richest memories were made.  I think of the log home, the pear tree out front, the cherry tree to side, the truck patch filled with all kinds of flowers, vegetables, and fruits, the long front yard, the chicken coop, the hill where we played, and the valley where we ran.  But more than that, I see the front room where the bible lay on the table and the kitchen table where the Upper Room periodical sat.  I see faith.

One of my greatest joys is the way simple things return me to you.  Even a blackbird knows how to point me to you or at least you have created me with sensitivities that direct me to eternity.  As I listen to the black bird calling out, strangely, I hear your voice reminding me of blessings given long ago, blessings that still enrich my life today.

Simple things
sing your song,
tell your message,
call me
to attention.
How blessed
I am.

Love, Andrea