Saturday, May 3, 2014

Dear God,

Piles of wet leaves stood where the rock garden should have been producing lovely spring flower blooms.  The guy who was supposed to blow the leaves down the hill stopped short and they collected there.  We thought the plants were goners but my friend gently raked across the section of ground and then down on her knees lifted handfuls of the leaves.  Before long a small, beautiful purple iris stood tall taking in the morning sun.

Second chances.  How blessed it is to have second chances.  Covered plants get a second chance when clutter and debris are moved making way for the light.  Second chances.  I reflect upon my own life and consider the many second chances I have been given.  Breast cancer.  Severe heat intolerance.  Troubled marriage.  Estranged child.  All these painful events were like leaves piled on the flowers.  Yet, divine love and compassionate mercy gave me second chances, another opportunity to heal, and the ability to spend my life in gratitude, praise, and thanksgiving.

You are
the source
of my hope,
O God.
You have
blessed me
with second chances
so faith
can sing
its song
once again.
Thank you,
Miracle God.

Love, Andrea