Thursday, December 15, 2016

Dear God,

There is no sweeter place to be than with you, praying, meditating, or sitting at your feet listening.  In the quiet we speak of things higher and wider, of faith and devotion, of love deeper than any.  There the best of who I can be is called forth.

Who else calls every person to his side?  Who else offers love that is sweet like honey?  Who else is willing to truly listen to the human heart?  Who?  None but you, O Lord, none but you.

As I sit here in my Advent chair by the tree, gazing upon the reflections of the tree in my study windows, of the snowy white wintry scene outside my window, and the single candle glowing near my olive wood nativity, I think of you, of Advent, of Christmas, of love, faith, and joy.

Holy God
of Advent,
thank you
for priceless moments
of presence.
Thank you
for blessings
that alter mood,
fear. and doubt.
Thank you
for your
deep, abiding love.

Always yours, Andrea