Friday, July 18, 2014

Dearest God,

There is almost nothing I love more than watching with rapt attention the birthing of a new day!  To observe the darkness ever so quietly and slowly give way to the light inspires me.  To capture scenes where the landscape shows off its colors, textures, and shapes wows my heart.  To witness the sun peek its head over the horizon and rise, rise, rise is scintillating to every portion of my being.

This morning I rose in darkness, dressed quickly, took my medicine, and climbed into my car for the two-hour ride back home.  I could hardly keep my eyes on the road ahead as I bobbed my head from side to side seeing the morning mist hover over lakes and fields.  I stretched my eyes to detect white farm houses and red barns dotting the brown earth along the highway.  I gazed upon animals drinking from ponds and grazing upon luxuriant grasses.  From my small perspective, everything looked at peace.

As I turned on my instrumental music of flutes, piano, and violin, I swore I was close to heaven, all my senses heightened by the visions and sounds before me. I let tears fill my eyes with wondrous gratitude, praise, and thanksgiving.

Creator God,
master of the cosmos,
thank you
for the
great morning beauty.
Thank you
for the newness
of life.
Thank you
for allowing me
to be
a participant
at your
birthing event.

Love, Andrea