Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Dear God,

I dug deep in the soil, added rich compost, nutrients, and potting soil, and then placed the tiny seeds in a straight row.  I pushed the warm, bounteous soil over the seeds, patted it down, and then watered.  Within days I expect to see positive results, little green sprouts pushing their way upward, proof of the growing process.

While I knelt down in the sandy earth cleaning, clearing, adding, planting, and finally covering the seeds I thought of how we too find ourselves in dark places planted with just a smidgen of hope for growth. Sometimes you have to add plentiful additives to increase the odds of our stretching and reaching for the light.  You have to water our dry, thirsty souls so we can find strength for the task of growing.  But always you provide what we need for optimal growth even when we are in the most despairing situations.  You give us just enough light to see our way clear so we can move up and out.

As I watch my flowers and vegetables grow, I am reminded of your call for me to grow as well.  If I fail to thrive, I will wither and die.  If I take hold of the tools and resources you give me daily, I will not only rise up out of the ashes, I will touch heaven and hear her song.

You are gracious,
Compassionate God.
You do not
leave us alone
in our
difficult places.
You buddy up
to us
and sing us
heaven's song
of love.
Thank you,
thank you,
thank you.

Love, Andrea