Wednesday, February 6, 2019

Dearest God,

You sent him, the one I have been waiting for.  I did not know him, did not know what he would offer.  But like everything else the last decade plus years your timing was right, your love was apparent and your plan was being revealed.

My friends and I were talking about the spiritual hermitage you brought to my mind a few years ago.  Like the words that were spoken on that day when I stood looking out at the woods twelve years ago or so, "That is the opening to the spiritual path," you breathed the words about the spiritual hermitage.  I never planned to have a spiritual path or hermitage on our land.  But you did.  And when you whispered the words to me, I knew it was you. At some point I started digging, cutting, clearing, tearing down, and smoothing out, laying out one smooth stone at a time.  It was when we were talking that our restorationist interrupted us, "Tim Spaulding, call Tim Spaulding.  He's your man."  And so I called him and he came.

A stranger really Tim was.  I had never met him before but I found myself opening up to him as he quietly sat at my dining room table.  I told him about your voice and the spiritual path and the hermitage.  I told him about all the work my friends and I have done by hand.  He took a pad and started sketching.  When he turned it over and showed me what he had penned, I was awash with warm tears.  There it was a miniature monastery, exactly what it is supposed to me.  "You are the one," I said, "You are the one who is to build it!"

O God,
when we
really trust you,
we never
have to worry,
be anxious
or burdened.
When we
trust in you,
you lead us
in your time,
in your way
and in
your will.
The path
is yours
like the hermitage
will be.
Do what
you will
for all pilgrims
who will come.

Love, Andrea