Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Dearest God,

From the first day I heard your words, "There is the opening to the spiritual path," I have worked to dig, clear, cut, clean and open the woods to your magnificent spirit.  Along with special friends who see the vision with me, we have worked to make a dwelling place for you.

Although I have never taken a horticulture class, really don't know the names of flowers or am skilled in landscape design, I have listened for your voice to tell me the direction of the next stone on the path.  I have waited for your leading in flower placement, by now about 150 flowers or so.  I have sat in silence to know what to cut down and what to keep.  What do I know?  Very little.  But you, you, O Lord, know everything.  I have trusted in you.

At the end of the day yesterday, I stood at the edge of the woods, watching the water birds soar over the river and listening to their songs.  I looked over the black raspberry bushes as they danced in the wind.  Then I gazed down at the flowers reaching their tiny stems, blooms and blossoms to the sky and what I saw took my breath away.  For the first time in 12 years I recognized a major theme of this very special spiritual garden.  "Movement," you said, "movement."  The flowers are not in flower beds restricted to their boxes.  Rather, they are free to move.  I could see their movement in and around and over like the spiritual path.  It was then I realized the spiritual path is about movement, change, transformation, dancing, singing, soaring, and moving.  Tiny tears formed in my eyes as I took in a glimpse of your ultimate design for this work, a work of your grace.

Holy God,
thank you
for the gift
of your grace.
Thank you
for your spirit
that moves us
from where
we are
to where
you want us
to be.
Thank you
for opportunities
to be free,
to dance
and sing,
to soar
and to change
by the breath
of your spirit.
Bless you,
Holy God,
bless you.

Love, Andrea