Friday, June 13, 2014

Dear God,

Your word is fresh.  Like hot homemade bread coming from the oven you offer the taste and warmth of heaven.  You feed us the word of life.  When we break off a bite of heaven's bread and eat, we fill ourselves with hope, peace, and reassurance.

When I awakened this morning you brought the word "fresh" to me.  As I pulled up the covers and felt the Maine breeze roll across my face, I thought of how you freshen our faith as we daily walk alongside you.  As we eat and drink and breathe in the freshness of your love and compassion, we feed our souls what we need for the day ahead.  We come to life, every pore soaking in your offering.  Those who feel lost can suddenly feel found.  Those who feel dead feel the sudden influx of new life.  Those who live in darkness begin to see the light once again.

So often we opt for stale, days-old, weeks-old, months-old faith.  We think it is enough, okay.  But it isn't; it never is.  Why would we want decaying food when we can have the freshest possible?

Glorious God,
thank you
for early-morning lessons.
Thank you
for feeding us early
so we
have the sustenance
we need
for the rest
of the day.
Thank you
for mercy
that is
ever fresh!

Love, Andrea