Friday, August 25, 2017

Dear God,

I knelt down in the truck patch to pick the first cucumber and remembered when the ground was simply bare.  How could that luscious-looking vegetable have risen up from the soil?  Only by your hand.

The harvest is ripe and ready.  As I walked out of the garden with bags full of peppers and cucumbers, I thought of how you placed life in every tiny seed.  The seeds grow because you told them to grow. You give them rain, sun, and warm temperatures and they do exactly as created.  They obey and provide food for your children.

Every day is a day to be grateful, to look around and see life's gifts, and to give thanks.  We never have to look far to find your blessings.  As I plucked the gorgeous red and green peppers from their plants I could see your fingerprints everywhere and my heart was full of thanksgiving.

Loving God,
thank you
for the fruit
of your labor.
Thank you
for love
that displays itself
every day.
Thank you
for all
the ingredients
in my
homemade salsa.

Love always, Andrea