Tuesday, July 21, 2015

Dearest God,

In the early morning I made my way to the water's edge.  A mystical fog rolled in and I sensed your presence all along the watery shore.  I stood waiting, waiting for my own spirit to catch up to yours, always alive, moving, and reaching out.  I listened for your still, small voice that always awakens my senses, urging me to quiet myself so together we might move to the gentle breeze of your spirit always blowing.

Within moments I sensed your nearness.  The song came to me and I began to move.  "I love you, Lord, and I lift my voice to worship you, O my soul rejoice.  Take joy, my king, in what I bring.  May it be a sweet, sweet sound in your ear."  The angels sang and I danced, danced to the sweet, sweet song of faith.  Although a lobster boat purred and then stop several yards in front of me, I danced on remembering the dance is about you, my love for you, my devotion.  I just smiled remembering the sweet blessing of our prized time together.

Later in the day a Catholic sister from the center asked me if I was the one dancing on shore early in the morning.  When I told her yes, she looked at me and told me what a "gorgeous prayer it was."  I thanked her and told her the real beauty was simply my love for you.  "So many graces in it," she said softly.  As I walked away I realized faith is not always invisible but rather a visible reminder of your presence in the world.  I was so blessed, blessed in the beauty of the morning, blessed in the dance, blessed in the reflection, blessed by the sister, and blessed again in prayer.

Thank you,
Holy Father,
for your
rich blessings.
Thank you
for your light
that shines
all around us.
Thank you
for the call
to dance.
Love abounds!

Always, Andrea