Monday, March 4, 2013

Dear God,

I am nothing special, nothing.  Yet, I saw you at the door of faith this weekend.  I met you at your table, ate your meal, breathed your air.

I am nothing special, nothing.  Yet, you spoke profoundly this weekend.  Your word pierced the air and rained down on us, on me.

I am nothing special, nothing.  Yet, your tender love penetrated every heart, my heart this weekend.  You came in a wave, a beautiful wave of compassion.  You lingered, loved, and lavished us with goodness.

I am nothing special, nothing.  Yet you enlivened me with boldness to proclaim your living power this weekend.  I spoke your words, opened your door to others, and lead them deeper into the sacred halls of eternity.

I am nothing special, nothing really and yet you lived in me this weekend and in every woman who came away for a hallowed time with you.  We were nothing special, nothing really yet you breathed new life into us.

Praise to you,
Lord God!
Praise to you,
Heavenly Father!
Praise to you,
Powerful Spirit!
Praise to you
for gifts,
blessings and
unmerited grace!
Praise to you,
Living God!

Forever yours, Andrea