Saturday, April 26, 2014

Dear God,

I lose my way when I fill my mind with prejudice, corruption, and hopelessness.  When I am full of this emotional and spiritual debris, I think and behave in a particular way.  But when I permit your spirit to do its work, the veil is lifted, I breathe in the fresh air of your living presence, and hope returns.

Clarity comes when I sit at your feet, when I am quiet and listen.  When I allow you to clear my mind, my soul suddenly has more space for you.

As I drive down the highway in the mountains toward home, my husband asleep in the seat beside me, I just attend to my breathing giving myself permission to dwell in you.  I drink in nature's beauty as she quivers still trying to decide whether winter will keep its grip or spring will burst forth.  I realize I am like that too.  I am having trouble letting go of the winter blues for springtime sunshine.

Glorious God,
help me prepare
for springtime
in my soul,
I pray.

Love, Andrea