Saturday, April 28, 2012

Dearest God,

When the gentle breezes blow, I see your spirit moving.  I think of the ways your presence touches and moves us.  I realize once again that your spirit lives.  You are not a dry doctrine, a lifeless faith, a rigid set of beliefs; rather, you are the living among the dry, the lifeless, and the rigid.  You speak, you reveal, you embrace, you grace us again and again.  You seek always to reach us, to connect us with you every day, in all ways.

As I watch the wind pick up in my backyard, I think of your movement in my own life.  When I grow stagnant and dull, you blow the dust off me.  You bring life into my weary bones.  You water my parched spirit renewing my ability to sing your song one more time.  You call me to rise up, to celebrate, and to enjoy the gift of your blessed spirit.  You cause me sometimes to chuckle and then to laugh aloud when I think of my silly ways and too serious nature.  You nudge me to dance, to partner with you, to move with the wind of your spirit.

What am I to do with you, dear Lord, but sing and dance and praise and celebrate!

Holy God,
spirit of all
that is life,
thank you,
thank you
for gentle breezes
that speak
and reveal you.
Thank you
for your
magnificent display
of spirit love.
You are God;
there is none
like you.

Love, Andrea