Friday, April 15, 2016

Dear God,

Thank you for the language of faith.  When we speak, we know we speak with you.

My first remembrance of the language of faith was my grandmother whose life of faith spoke volumes to all those around her.  Her kindness and compassion modeled your own son's.  Her life of love embraced us all, her family, her friends, the down and out, the lost and lonely, and the stranger who needed a lift.  Her gentle ways blessed us all.

When you speak to us of mercy, O Lord, we know you are calling us into a deeper life of faith.  When you speak of strength, we know you are inviting us to rise up with courage to do what is required of us.  When you speak of faith, we know you are asking us to come nearer, to reach out, and be surrounded with the most beautiful love of all time. 

This morning as I look out my window where stately trees reach to heaven, where birds drink from my teeny, tiny pond, and flowers grow in my contemplative garden, I only want to use the language of faith to express my gratitude and offer my praise.

Loving Father,
thank you
for the
language of faith,
that language
that ties us
to you.
Thank you
for all
the blessings
that come
with that language.
Thank you
for the opportunity
to let
that language
circle round
to give you
honor and praise.

Love, Andrea