Friday, July 31, 2015

Dearest God,

Today I crawled in the dirt to pick green and yellow beans, pounds of them.  The longer I worked, the dirtier I became, the dust collecting on my wet brow from the humid, hot day.  Periodically I would take off my sun bonnet and wipe away the sweat dripping into my eyes.  But I loved it.

I love being close to the ground, reveling in creation's best.  The neat farm garden rows, the tops of beets, carrots, and turnips, and the cows mooing in the next field delighted my soul.  As I gently moved the bean plants from side to side to find tender pods, I was led to pray, to give thanks for the wondrous bounty of healthy, delectable foods.  I considered the farmers, both in their middle 70's who work very hard to provide food for local hungry citizens just like myself.  Without them we would perish.

As I later went home and washed, snapped, and pressure canned my colorful beans, I imagined the winter months ahead when I would go to the basement and pull out a jar to prepare for dinner.  Thinking caused me to pray once again in thanksgiving for farms, farmers, and food, all gifts from your hand.

Creator God,
thank you
for your
living presence
that reveals itself
in so
many ways.
Thank you
for daily gifts
and opportunities
to give thanks.
Thank you
for your love
that grows
and provides
24/7.

Love always, Andrea