Wednesday, June 27, 2018

Dearest God,

When looking out on the tangled mess, very tall weeds, cow roses with their ominous, dangerous-looking thorns, downed trees, and more, it was hard to imagine anything good resting in that awfulness.  Yet, you invited me into it all.  I donned my wool socks, old clothes, gloves, mosquito and tick spray and my favorite, my sun bonnet and I waded in with shovel, cutting saw, pruners, hand tools and edger.  I dug and cut, sawed and pulled, dragged and burned.  Over time beautiful ferns shown through, sedium here and there and tiny wildflowers.  Who knew?

For weeks you have been calling me to enter into the same mess in my own life.  I picked up my bible, spiritual pruning shears, a cup of living water, silence, prayer and contemplation and started to work.  I have a lot of work to do.  I am hoping to find some unexpected beauty there too.

Holy Father,
thank you
for your
remarkable call.
Thank you
for the work
of faith.
Thank you
for showing me
the way.

Love always, Andrea