Friday, July 24, 2015

Dear God,

You bless and keep on blessing.  The sun comes up in the morning and your blessing shines.  The ocean tides rise and fall and your blessing is ours.  The day gives way to the night and your blessing comes to us.

So often we fail to recognize your blessing.  We forget to revere you for allowing us to swallow, to walk, to see, to hear and more.  We miss the opportunity to look at daily gifts and give thanks.

This morning in Holy Yoga we breathed in the air of faith as we listened to Michael W. Smith sing from his song Breathe.  "This is the air I breathe, this is the air I breathe, your holy presence living in me."  The very thought of you breathing in us is a gift, a wondrous gift.  Why on earth would you take a bag of bones and breathe the air of your spirit into us?  Your gracious love is the only answer.

As our small retreat group continued to explore sacred movement, we were more and more awed by your presence all around us.  At times we were overwhelmed by discoveries of your amazing hand at work.  We were so full of blessing that at times it spilled over through tears, expressed joy, or holy laughter.  We knew your blessing and gave thanks.

Thank you,
Wondrous God,
for blessing us
with awareness.
Thank you
for teaching us
through faith.
Thank you
for reminders
that we
did not create
the air
we breathe.
Thank you
for joy
that erupts
when our minds
recognize your hand.
Thank you
for blessings
but thank you more
for your spirit.

Love always, Andrea