Thursday, June 25, 2015

Dear God,

I came to sing your praise, to let my spirit soar, and to dance with you, my Creator.  My 10-year-old granddaughter Stella wanted to join me at the music's edge.  The ocean waves rose and fell at my feet.  I listened for your spirit as the instrumental tape played.  The sun's rays touched the water as the CD tape Sunshine played. 

I felt your presence immediately.  I smiled, anxious to join you in the dance and so I did, my hands rising up and falling into the posture of prayer.  I stood letting my hands become open vessels, palms up offering myself to you.  With Stella nearby waiting to find her own spirit within, I began the dance, moving, bowing, turning, twirling, breathing in every ounce of beauty from the rocky coastline to the endless horizon to the invisible sacred all about me.  What joy filled me.  I danced until the spirit music quieted.  I stood and lifted my palms once again bringing glory to your name and blessing to your living presence. 

As I stepped back to the chair and removed my sacred dance clothing, I gazed upon Stella drawing in the sand.  As the music continued to play, I watched her until she stopped.  When she came over to me, she simply said, "Grandma, I found my spirit within.  I didn't do the dance but the spirit moved my feet to draw.  I looked down on the sand and viewed an amazing work of art, smooth and fluid lines, some culminating in beautifully drawn hearts.  A cross in bold lines was drawn top center.

In the next few minutes Stella relayed her experience to me.  "I have never felt this way before.  I felt the spirit.  It was God.  The lines, she showed me, are God."  I took hold of her, pressing her next to my heart.  I let the tears of joy form in my eyes as the joy in my heart spilled over.

Glorious God,
thank you
for your
living spirit.
Thank you
for including us
in creation's story.
Thank you
for Stella
and her
open-heart spirit.

Love, Andrea