Saturday, September 27, 2014

Dear God,

You gave me the gift of life!  Today when I turned 68, I gave you thanks for allowing me to live these many years.  As I did an inventory of my life, I remembered your grace and the ways you permeated my existence with your living presence.  Faith, as it turns out, is your greatest gift to me.

You brought to mind my earliest memory of you. I was a young girl at the time.  I recalled being on my grandmother's farm at a sleepover with my favorite cousin.  It was dark outside on a hot, humid summer night.  Grandma had left all the doors open, the screens keeping the mosquitos at bay.  As I lay on the front room floor where my father and all his brothers were born, I looked out the screen door onto the open porch and into the huge vegetable and flower garden, and then I moved my eyes upward into the skies.  I remember feeling tingly all over as I thought about you living there at my grandmother's log home.  My cousin told me all about you and I decided I wanted you to live at my house and in me too.  That day changed my life forever.

I spent this day reflecting upon the ways you bless my life.

Every day
is a
good day
to consider
your gifts,
O Lord.
My birthday
is nothing
compared to
the gifts
of your spirit.
Thank you
for blessing me
with sacred memories.

Love, Andrea