Sunday, May 7, 2017

Dear God,

These are holy moments when you call in the early morning.  After devotions and prayer for the world, you honor me by calling me to your side.  You show me the ways of faith, displaying evidence not only of your existence but also of your living presence, and you bring to mind the countless examples of your hand at work.  Each time I am awed by such merciful love that I can hardly contain myself.

On Sunday mornings the call to worship, to leave home, and to drive to your church is always a holy calling.  Imperfect, flawed, and in need to rise up, the community of faith shares its own longings as we pray, sing, and praise together.  We listen to the word and partake in holy communion.  Through it all you are present feeding us, body, mind, and spirit. 

This morning a church member asked about one of my grandchildren.  She had prayed all winter long for her.  Then she shared her own story of a daughter raped at 13 and all that came out of that.  It was when the girl grew to be 28 before the man was imprisoned for his deeds.  In her sharing I could see how you were at work rescuing and healing the girl, now with a PhD, a speaker to help others.  Now she was helping me.

Every day you whisper the stories of faith always nudging us deeper in trust, closer to you, and challenging us to make holy moments with others.

Blessed Lord,
you are
to be praised.
Blessed be
your name
on high.
Glory to you.

Love, Andrea