Tuesday, February 5, 2013

earest God,

Thank you for gray days.  Thank you for the quiet that comes with gray days.  Thank you for the lack of glare in a gray day.  Thank you for its own kind of beauty.

How often have you spoken to me on a gray day?  How often have you given me rest on a gray day?  How many times have you given me opportunity to drink in the splendor of a gray day?  So many, many times.

Although I believe every day is a gift, a glorious gift of life, a gray day is one of my favorites.  I guess it is because I take it for what it is.  I try to see its own uniqueness.  I allow my body, mind, and soul to enjoy what a gray day brings.  Perhaps it is on a gray day that I see you the most.

Holy God,
thank you
for the gifts
of a
gray day.

Love, Andrea