Thursday, June 14, 2012

Dear God,

Cristofori's Dream, I cannot believe what I am hearing, Cristofori's Dream.  I am so not into watching television; however, my husband enjoys it in the evening so I sat down with him.  With only two working channels we turned on America's Got Talent.  A teenager came out to dance.  Two notes of the music and I knew the song written back in the 1990's.  Tears formed and spilled down my face.  "I got it!  I got the message," I said aloud.

Do you remember the trials I faced in the late1990's, Lord?  Do you remember the breast cancer, the car accident, the failed heart stress test, and the enlarged thyroid, all within a short period of time?

Even though I was being treated by modern medicine I remember seeking out a holistic doctor who would work with my insides at the same time.  After months of treatment I recall the time so well when I was in one of the treatment rooms alone listening to music playing overhead.  Because I was able to silence and center myself, opening up to the avenues of prayer, I closed my eyes and within seconds a vision came to me.  Intent to "see" what was unfolding, I watched with my inner eyes.  I saw myself alone on a hospital bed.  I watched as I saw myself sit up and then turn dangling my legs over the side of the bed.  Then I stood holding onto the bed.  Secure only as long as I held on, I watched two nurses literally dance into the room and then disappear.  That scene gave me courage to let go of the bed which disappeared as soon as I pulled away.  The room fell away and I found myself standing alone.  It was then I heard the invitation to surrender, to move, and to dance.  I felt a hand take hold of mine and before I knew it I was dancing with you in the cosmos.  I felt more free than ever before in my life.  My faith soared, my hope increased, and my joy burst forth like from a fountain.  That day everything began to change.

In my most recent health scares, I wondered if I might ever find healing.  I don't fit into a regular category of illness and disease.  I am different, suffering from the aftermath of a doctor's surgical knife mistake.  No doctor can discern my problem and I have been growing worse.  I truly wondered the last five weeks if I might die before someone figured it out.  But then I saw the television show.  Cristofori's Dream was the song I heard more than a decade ago in my doctor's office.  I have always associated the song with faith, healing, and dance.  I realized you were speaking hope to me, thus the tears, the joyful tears.

Most Gracious and Loving God,
what can
I say
to you
to convey
my deepest thanksgiving?
How can I
express my love
and devotion,
my appreciation?

I will always be yours, Andrea