Wednesday, February 20, 2019

Tuesday, February 19, 2019

Dear God,

I watched the seagull rise up and soar effortlessly.  It was so beautiful that I thought about it several times today.

Oh to be like a seagull, to ride upon the wind, the wind of your spirit.  To so trust, to let go of every obstacle that holds me back, to rise in faith and to soar with you.  When we let go and trust you, when we surrender the little gods we hold onto so tightly and raise our eyes to heaven, we can ride the spirit wind with you.  We can experience life's greatest joy!

So many times I made demands and held on to things that kept me grounded.  So many times I said no to your invitation.  So many times I resisted believing my obstacles were more important at the time than soaring in the spirit with you.  So foolish, so very foolish.

But those moments I said yes and let go, oh my goodness, the exhilaration was like nothing I had ever experienced before.  I remember one time, early just before dawn by the Rio Grande Bridge near Taos, New Mexico.  I wanted to trust you, really trust you with my fear of heights.  I knew I had so much to let go of in order to rise up with you.  I wanted to surrender.  I wanted to grow in my faith.  I wanted to trust.  Along with my daughter and a couple of other people, I crawled inside a hot air balloon basket.  My heart was pounding so hard.  My face was beet red.  I could hardly breathe.  We lifted off and I screamed, "Stop!"  He asked me the crucial question.  "You want to go back down?"  I felt your spirit breath upon my face, paused and said no.

During the next hour we let the wind take us where it wanted.  At one point we dropped down inside the gorge, looked at the sparkling water and then lifted up once more 1000 feet off the ground.  We witnessed so much beauty.  I felt such hope, courage and strength.  I felt so much merciful love from you that I cried tears of joy.  I prayed in thanksgiving over and over again.  I knew you like I had never known you.  What gifts I received...all from your hands.

Blessed Lord,
thank you
for daily invitations
to soar.
Thank you
for love behind
each invitation.
Thank you
for asking again
after I
refuse your offer.
You are God;
there is none
like you.
I am blessed
so blessed.

Love always and forever, Andrea