Friday, October 26, 2012

Dearest God,

The sweet love of a grandchild is so much like the love of the heavenly father.  When little five-year-old Rylan came up to me, squeezed my leg real tight, and said, "Grandma, you are my most favorite, favorite grandma in the world", I thought I heard the voice of the divine speaking, not because I am more special than any other but because I believe each one of your children is your favorite.

When I have been lonely and despairing, you have whispered your encouraging words of love to me.  When I have been high as the tallest mountain, you have celebrated with me.  When I have been longing, you have come to me as a dear friend.  When I have been afraid, you came as strength as mighty as a rock.  When I have doubted and lost my self confidence, you have boosted me, lifting me up so I could see the light above the darkness.

Who else but a favorite would receive such loving attention?

Generous God,
so full
of compassion
and mercy,
thank you
for love
that reveals itself
to us
in so
many ways.
Thank you
for Rylan
who taught me
a lesson today.

Love, Andrea