Monday, June 23, 2014

Dear God,

Without water the earth dies.  Without living water, the soul dies.

I confess I like to rip and tear, clean and clear a plot of land for a garden.  I like to plant seeds and plants.  I like to water it in and later edge it.  Then I want to forget it.  I really want it to take care of itself.  I don't like to tend to their every day needs like weeding, regular watering, deadheading, fertilizing, and dividing.  I just like to look at it and give thanks.

Well, sometimes I tend to do that with my spiritual life.  I like to make space for the divine.  I like to invite your living presence in.  I like to drink water of the spirit.  I like to be silent and wait.  Then I like to move on. What happens is I begin to dry up.  I miss the gentle nuances of your spirit.  I become impatient.  I forget to tend to the little things that grow my spirit.  I get grouchy, irritated at life's challenges.  I lose my way.

So this morning I went out and gave my spiritual garden a big drink.  I prayed for forgiveness.  I started again.

You are God;
there is none
like you.
Challenge me
in the depths
of my core.
Teach me
the benefits
of following you.
Forgive me,
I pray.

Love, Andrea