Friday, July 25, 2014

Dear God,

The only way to rise above a very dark cloud is to ride the wings of faith that lift us up, up, and up. When I forget that truth, I find myself caught in a towering downdraft with sure certainty that I am going to fall fast and hard.

An event occurred today, one which has created sorrow and pain leading up to the event.  At one time I would have broken apart allowing despair and deep pain to enter in.  That experience when replayed like an old record would lead me to grovel in judgmental resentment and bitterness.  My heart would hurt and my soul would feel empty with no relief in sight.  Days would turn into weeks and weeks would turn into months. Before I knew it a year had gone by, then two.  My thoughts, attitude, and behavior would be far less than expected by you, my loving father.

At some point you came to me in a raging fire deep down in my soul.  You breathed your love into me.  You washed my inside with precious, life-giving water.  You told me to rise from my ashes.  You promised your grace.

That was years ago.  As the time came for this current event, I felt a slight sting but I did not rob myself of the gift of your living presence.  I breathed it in knowing your grace would always be greater, deeper, and more steadfast than any pain or force that would seek to undo me.  I went throughout the day knowing and accepting your kind encouragement recognizing just how miraculous faith can be when trusted.

All-Powerful and Kind God,
thank you
for the blessing
of hope
and peace.
You are always
the power
behind the blessing.
Thank you
for thinking
of me.

Love, Andrea