Monday, March 18, 2019

Dear God,

Sitting down in the morning to write is like the drive home after a long time.  I remember the trip to Grandma Hughes' farmhouse when I was young.  It was only a few minutes away but I loved her home, her vegetable garden, her flowers, her homecooked meals, her handmade quilts and her faith.  I loved her.

And I love you.  Although there is no drive to get where you are, I still have that same kind of longing, that same kind of joy and that same kind of faith Grandma had.  When I come into your presence, I know my smallness, my imperfect self; yet, I know love awaits me each morning like the love I knew waited for me when I got to Grandma's.  And I know I am blessed, truly blessed.

You are God;
the God
of my longing,
the God
of my faith.
You are
my dwelling place,
O Lord.
Thank you
for our
mornings together.

Love always, Andrea