Thursday, July 3, 2014

Dearest God,

There is a time and season for all things.  The passages from Ecclesiastes 3 constantly remind me no one has a monopoly on time and season.  Birth eventually leads to death.  Yet, somehow there can be a rising up.

Every day I look out my kitchen window.  Every day the Victorian flowering garden created and maintained by my neighbor and me changes.  A few weeks ago the antique roses took center stage; now, there are fewer and fewer blooms.  Today the English lavender blossomed and caught my eye.  In a few days the daisies will pop.  Each flower and plant has its high moment and then fades allowing others to display their dazzling colors.

The flower garden speaks to me of human life, its ebbs and flows, its time and season.  As I grow older and watch my body change, I realize I still have opportunity to bud and blossom.  Yet, I am in the fall of my life where my colors do not last long.  As I consider the way you have made me and how your living, loving spirit has grown in my life, I marvel with thanksgiving how grace remains the power behind and beneath me always challenging me to live up to my full potential.  When I move upward and out, I see your handprint upon my soul and I fill with gratitude.

You are
the creative power
of human life.
You are
the source
of beauty,
strength, and love.
My heart
is full
of love
for you.

As always yours, Andrea
o