Tuesday, January 21, 2014

Dear God,

I watch as the trees dance in the howling, snowy wind, bending their branches to and fro. They remind me of a dance, the dance of submission to one who blows the wind.

One of the many reasons I love the winter is I learn spiritual lessons during this time of year.  I know this is the time for roots to have their day digging deeper, searching for nutrients, and building a stronger core. Atop the ground they surrender their leaves (our pin oaks are still clinging to theirs), bare their limbs, and move with the wind.  In the early morning as I gaze outdoors I find great beauty, the dark limbs against a white night sky.  As they move back and forth, side to side, and back and forth again, I wish my own soul would be as nimble, flexible, and willing to move.

I am constantly reminded by visual aids of the need to be pliable to your spirit.  If I totally surrendered my whole self into your hands, my soul would dance every time your spirit wind blew.  I would be delighted to dance with you, to succumb to your desire for my life.  I would be awed by your love and grace that would even want to dance with me.  I would spend every day giving thanks, celebrating the wonders of the sacred-human connection, and bending, oh yes, bending to your will.

Loving Father,
teach me
to lean,
to twist,
and to turn
with your spirit.
Make the
sacred dance
the most
important dance
of my life,
I pray.

Love always, Andrea