Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Dear God,

I've learned that every road leads to you.  Yesterday a simple walk took me to you.  I love yard violets, those sweet little purple petals on a stem.  As I walked the grounds of the monastery, I saw a large patch of purple and I walked over.  Thousands of violets spread across the ground.  I couldn't help but smile while giving thanks.

I've been here before when my heart was crushed, my spirit low, and my health precarious.  I've wandered and found you waiting to give me comfort and peace.  I've also been here when my spirit was soaring, when joy spilled over, and I danced gratitude.

When I face a difficulty and I am unsure of myself, when I am afraid and doubt my ability to trust, and when I doubt possibility will unfold for me, my journey takes me straight to you.  I find myself by the cross, suffering and in pain.  There you tend to my wounds, reminding me to move along, that I cannot remain in my sorrow forever.  You scoot me down the way filling me with hope as I walk the steps to my future.

No matter where I am, I believe you are with me.  No matter my situation or condition, your living presence is breathing into me.  No matter the cost or sacrifice, you give me part of yourself and I am grateful.

Holy God,
Master of Miracles,
thank you
for sacred places
and spiritual challenges.
Thank you
for all
the roads
that lead
to you.

Love,. Andrea