Sunday, July 3, 2016

Dear God,

The minute your people gather for worship, bread is broken, spiritual food is provided for the people of faith.  In the midst of singing our morning anthem this realization began to spread over me like a warm blanket.  I knew we were being fed the bread of heaven.

In every day life we forget the sweet gestures of faith.  We fail to look around us, to tend to the wonderment of creation, the love of family and friends, and the unexpected kindnesses that come our way.  We ignore the blessings of sleep, the fragrance of morning air, and a warm shower.  As we eat our breakfast, we distract ourselves with busy thoughts rather than considering the gifts of food, fresh water, and a family table.  Often we don't even offer a prayer of gratitude.

On this Sunday day I drink in your love and recognize that you are the source of all our gifts.

Heavenly Father,
thank you
for spiritual food
and drink.
Thank you
for bathing us
in the
cleansing water
of faith.
Thank you
for making yourself
known to us.

Love always, Andrea