Tuesday, August 21, 2018

Dear God,

I felt the fine, sandy soil in my hands as I dug up carrots and plucked tomatoes from Spiller Farm.  Once again I was awed by the greatness of your creation.  Seeds, tiny seeds tossed into the ground and covered, trusting in your provision of sunshine, water and warm temperatures.  As I filled my brown grocery sacks, I breathed a prayer of thanks to you.

I have said it so many times and it is still true, you speak to us each day.  You whisper to us of faith, of creation, of trust and hope and grace.  Seeds in a field, warm sunshine on my back and blue skies looking down tell me of the Master Creator.  Three generations of families picking veggies together in the same fields reminds me of love, the very deep kind.

We do not have to go far off to find you or hear your voice.  You are where we are.  We have but to pause, look out and listen.

You are God;
there is none
like you.
Thank you
for blessed moments
in your presence.
Thank you
for the holy.

Love, Andrea