Wednesday, August 14, 2019

Dear God,

Although it is still technically summer this morning I smelled Autumn in the gentle breeze.  I smiled at your plan for seasons, each one so unique, so beautiful, so amazing.  Autumn will come and change everything.

Today I plucked my first tomato from my garden.  So red against the green stem and leaves.  Late because of a cold, rainy spring, I welcomed that red ball I held carefully in my hand.  I carried it inside, washed it, sliced it, placed it on bread and then put it in my mouth.  With eyes closed I let my taste buds have a heyday as I chewed away.  My favorite food, I gave thanks for the fruit of your creation and my labor of love, the coming Autumn transformation and love that makes it all possible.

To you,
all glory
is due,
Holy God.
I love
what you do
in summer.
Thank you
for tomatoes,
gentle breezes
and love
on the wind.

Love always, Andrea