Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Dearest God,

Today the act of washing windows brought me the realization of the ways in which you wash my own soul.  I am sure with regularity you find the dusty, dirty corners of my soul in need of cleansing.  The process of bringing a bucket of your living water into the dark crevices of my soul awakens me to my own sin however small or big.  The gentle action of wiping away my smudges humbles me, bringing me to tears, causing me to remember just how much love you have for me.

The remarkable blessing teaches me how a living relationship between the divine and human are supposed to work.  As the divine you come in love to serve me, leaning down to earth to rid me of my dark spots.  In the process I realize the truth of myself, my selfish ways, my bent on sinning, and the declarations of my own will. I am brought low to my spiritual knees remembering the importance of my own faith work.  How can I ever expect your goodness to bless me if I am not willing to do my part?

Exposing me to my own blemishes keeps me in check, urging me to rise up, to willingly open the doors to my soul for your frequent visitation, and my constant need to attend to the truth of who I am and what I am about.  The questions come.  Am I living a life of faith?  Am I an example of Christ's light?  Am I trusting in the only One who alone is completely trustworthy? Am I living love into the world?

I have
so much
to learn
from you,
Merciful God.
Cleanse me,
I pray;
make your home
in me.
Let your
light shine
so that darkness
cannot hide
within me.
Help me make
your home
bright, clean,
a place
of joy
and praise.

Love, Andrea