Wednesday, October 23, 2013

Dearest God,

The two elderly women cried out, "Andrea, Andrea," when I stepped into the small living room.  As I started moving around the chair, my foot caught in the walker and I started falling one way and then another until I finally caught myself and grabbed for one of the women to hug her.  Monica and Ruth are two of my favorite people and the pastor who had picked me up from the airport thought a short visit could be wonderful.  It was!

Although we stumble and often fall before coming to you, you greet us in the same way, don't you? Like the father with his prodigal son you open the gates of heaven to us not because we deserve it or have earned it any way but because your love is greater than our sorrow.  You rush us with joy when we decide to come home.

As I daily investigate your living presence in the world, I am grateful for every scene that unfolds to exhibit your grace upon this earth of yours.  I am blessed over and over again because I believe you live and move and have your being right here, right now, right where we are.  I give you thanks for today.

Generous God,
forgive me
when I
am dense
or blind
and fail
to know you
in my
daily life.
Thank you
for moments
when I
do recognize you
and give thanks.

Love, Andrea