Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Dear God,

Who could dismiss the idea of your existence when driving north to Acadia National Park in Maine?  Who could draw the fragile lines on the unfolding new tree leaves?  Who could paint the color of the ocean?  Who could give breath to the sea gulls calling to their mates?  Only you, Lord, only you.

As we drove across the bridge to the park, my granddaughter grabbed her camera wanting to etch on her mind all the beauty around her.  As we parked in one of the roadway parking areas about 1,000 feet up and got out, we awed over the shimmering waters below, doing their best to reflect their maker.  Surrounded by mountainous terrain, colorful rock formations, and the most beautiful blue sky and billowy clouds, we spoke as if in prayer.

Throughout the day we marveled at your handiwork, giving thanks and praise for yet another gift from your hands.

Thank you,
O Holy One,
for the gift
of magnificent beauty.
Thank you
for your creation
that sings
your song.
Thank you
for giving us
one of
nature's homes
where we
can offer
our prayers
of thanksgiving.

Love, Andrea