Sunday, August 30, 2015

Dear God,

"We will fly on eagle's wings...", those were the words we sang at the festival led by Ken Medema.  We will fly, yes, we will fly.  I know about flying on spirit wings.  I know what it is to succumb to the spirit air that lifts us up so we can fly.  There is nothing so great as rising on wings of faith!

You give us five senses with which to experience you.  Even when one is faulty and not working well, you still give us opportunity to meet you, to know you, and to live with you.  When they are all working and we are open to your living spirit, miracles can abound as we transcend time and space particularly in the midst of our troubles.

Ken Medema is blind; yet, he composes songs, plays instruments, and sings.  His smile is captivating as faith oozes out of him.  Tonight he inspired us to rise and soar and so we did, and so we did.

Holy Father,
thank you
for opportunities
to rise
in faith.
Thank you
for joy
that bubbles over
like a fountain.
Thank you
for spirit love
that surrounds us
and moves us
to you.

Love always, Andrea