Monday, January 28, 2019

Dear God,

Every time I drive the countryside from Indiana to Maine and back, I once again see how beautiful your creation is.  The hills and valleys, the mountains and fields, the trees, turning and twisting streams and beautiful shrubs, flowers and growing things all proclaim your praise.

As I cruise along, I breathe prayers of thanksgiving.  My heart fills with gratitude.  How can it not when I recognize your hand print on each living thing?

Holy and Living God,
you have
given us
so much.
You spread out
your beauty
before us.
You invite us
to breathe in
the fresh air,
to allow
the cosmos
to fill us
with good things
and to bend
in gratitude.

Love, Andrea