Saturday, May 25, 2013

My dearest God,

As she walked along the spiritual path, she spoke her own words of transformation.  She could see her own life in process moving from abuse, fear, silence, despair, and bitterness.  "It's all about transformation, isn't it?"  She spoke.

I knew I was uncovering the original beauty of the woods when I started working to clear, clean, and communicate with the plot of land on the hill beside the river.  In the beginning it was an idea, a dream, a vision of what could be.  But I never saw it as the work of transformation but when my friend said the words, I realized again that was what I was doing.

I know I do not have the power to transform anyone or anything else except where and when you and I partner together to change things.  When the vision came to transform the woods, I simply became your handmaid as I worked day after day.  When I saw the look on my friend's face as she walked the path, I could see your ministry at work.  I could see how your power changes lives freeing them up for joy and delight.

Thank you
for spiritual power
to overcome
the sorrow
of the past.
Thank you
for hope
that leads us
to you.

Love, Andrea