Friday, August 2, 2019

Dear God,

Why do friends come to our home, put on old clothes and labor in our woods?  Why do they go home tired and dirty at the end of the day?

They come because they heard your call.  One lady doesn't even like to garden; yet, she came a thousand miles and worked eight days.  Another comes every weekend when she has two days off.  One friend flies to Maine each year and works a week on the path.  They all come because they know what we are doing is not just clearing a woods but working to reveal your amazing glory.  When we work, we often have quiet periods when we simply take in the wonder of it all.  We all know "something is up" and we know it is you.

Bless you,
Loving God,
for the work
of faith.
Thank you
for touching
our lives.
Thank you
for showing us
the way.

Love, Andrea