Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Dear God,

These last two weeks have been a nightmare!  Although I came home for two weeks to spend a fun, meaningful time with my family, especially my grandchildren, I was waylaid by a chipmunk that got into my house.  I have cleaned and cried, discarded things and cried, swept and cried, took every item to the laundromat and dry cleaners and cried, and worked with a friend and professionals to seal the residence, fix holes and clean everything from top to bottom.  Day after day I started early and worked until late. Then I fell to sleep at one of my daughter's homes overnight. Ten professional cleaners were here at one time doing a wonderful job.  But oh, how I missed our special time together.  That was one of the reasons for the tears.

At the same time no one was closer to me than you.  I felt your presence in the midst of the literal crap.  You kept me charged to keep the work going even when I was thoroughly exhausted.  You whispered my name when I felt so discouraged.  You held me up when I just wanted to collapse.  You were the one constant.  How I praise you, Holy Father!

You are God;
there is
no one
like you.
Your living presence
is like
living water
in a
dry, hot desert.
You offer
spiritual food
and drink.
You lift us up
out of the mire
until we
have to return.
You are
surely God;
I love you.

Always yours, Andrea