Monday, January 13, 2014

My dearest God,

With a gentle voice, you spoke to me before I rose from my bed this morning. In our intimate morning time of sharing, we spoke to one another.  My words, so small and practically insignificant compared to yours, lifted up to the heavens as I prayed for the world and all its inhabitants.  Your words, on the other hand, were powerful leading me to a truth, a revelation of a broken place within me, the place where sin finds its home.  You shone light in my darkness.  You whispered a challenge as we breathed our amen.

Later as my husband walked into the kitchen to take his morning medicine, I looked carefully at him. This, the man I love most in all the world, was my morning challenge.  I prayed quietly and waited for your time. Nearly an hour later I made my way to the bedroom where he was straightening the room.  I stopped him and shared our conversation, yours and mine.  I apologized and offered to him my learnings in prayer. Together we made a commitment to one another to make a change.  We smiled; he stepped into the bathroom and I went about my work in the kitchen.  As he walked out the door for a coffee meeting with a friend, I hugged him and felt a spirit warmth that I had taken your challenge, followed through, and then enjoyed the glow of renewal.

Thank you
for early morning moments.
Thank you
for prayer,
the thin line
that extends
from heaven
to earth
and right back.
Thank you
for gentle biddings
and for
mid-course corrections.
Thank you
for love
always present,
always extending,
always beautiful.

Love right back, Andrea