Tuesday, October 29, 2019

Dear God,

A quiet day is one in which you have space to speak, to whisper the hopes of faith to us.  As we quiet our own soul as well as all electronic devices, we are enabled to breathe in the air of solitude, peace and joy.

I used to think I had to have noise around me, music, television, recordings, whatever, in order to feel happy, safe and joy-filled.  What I did not realize was that all these fill us up with stuff that may or may not feed our souls allowing us to release pent-up emotions and concerns, wrongs, fears and even more.  What I discovered was unless a door was open to my soul, nothing positive, helpful or meaningful could enter.  But then there was that day.

Yes, that day when I entered into a strange, new phase of my life trusting you like never before because I knew there was a chance I could die with cancer.  I knew I had to trust you as I had never dared before.  Although I was scared nearly to death, I saw the door and with fear and trepidation, I opened it.  What I found there was enough to change my life forever.

Thank you,
Merciful God,
for the gift
of faith,
for silence
and the ability
to let go.
Thank you
for listening
and speaking.
Thank you
for transforming me.

Love always and forever, Andrea

Monday, October 28, 2019

Dear God,

You invite us inside your story, O God.  You allow us to enter into the divine story where healings, miracles, angels, hopes and faith reside.  There you grant us grace to dwell, breathe in, and feel the joy of a living relationship with you.

I am putting together a Christmas book of memories for our church, Good Samaritan Church.  Twenty plus people have written their stories, holy moments with family, church, traditions, outreach and rituals.  Each one tells a part of your story without necessarily realizing the central role you play in each one, including myself.  Yet, as I read and write and edit, I find myself "inside" and reveling in the opportunity and joy.

Holy God,
thank you
for inviting us in.
Thank you
for blessing us.
Thank you
for our stories,
human and divine.

Love always, Andrea

Sunday, October 27, 2019

Dearest God,

Who can say when and where and how you will speak?  No one can describe fully the ways you work in the world.  Yet, there are those moments when we suddenly become aware of your living presence in our midst.  Such a time came this morning in worship.

We pastors were standing at the altar where the priest officiated at the Eucharistic Feast.  As he spoke he simply poured the water into the wine, a symbol of Christ's humanity.  But to me you spoke even more.  As I stood there, I realized how you allow humanity to diminish you only to once again make you whole.  As the wine is diluted by the water, so are you diminished; yet, in the offering and the receiving we are each made whole again because at the same time we drink the water representing our own humanity we are drinking the wine, the sign of your divinity.  At your table the miracle happens.

As I drank from the cup, I was aware I was drinking in your presence as you drank ours and together we were both restored, renewed and revitalized.  This is what you do for your beloved people, your children, friends and believers.  Astounding!

Holy God,
thank you
for Holy Communion.
Thank you
for feeding us
food and drink
from heaven.
Thank you
for showing us
your living presence
once again.

Love, Andrea

Saturday, October 26, 2019

Dear God,

You alone are God; there is no other god like you!

How is it possible you could bring a couple from Israel, another one from Cincinnati and one more from Chicago to a state park campground in southern Indiana?  How did you bring us all together to talk about things that matter in our currently chaotic world?  Yet, there we were talking, sharing and living faith.

When the young mother came over to our camp site to enjoy the warmth of the early morning campfire, we talked about virtues, truth, kindness, integrity and gratitude.  For an hour strangers talked around the fire while we found ourselves more deeply connected to you.  It was when we had packed up and I stepped out of the restroom that the mother's four-year-old son handed me a little wooden sign he had painted for my spiritual hermitage in Maine.  I squatted down next to him (a real trial with swollen knees) I thanked the little guy for the sign that read, "Grateful".  I wanted to take him in my arms and squeeze him but he didn't know me and I did not want to frighten him.

As I drove away I kept looking at the sign on my dash and I realized again the extent to which you will go to speak to your children.

Thank you
for all
your gifts,
Loving God.
Thank you
for all those
you brought
to the campground
this week.
Thank you
for reminding us
to be kind
and grateful.

Love always, Andrea

Friday, October 25, 2019

Dear God,

Although the trees are almost bare, the red berries still provide food for the birds that find their way to our home.  They call our neighborhood a bird sanctuary and yes, we are.

How brilliant you are, Gracious God, to create trees first with blossoms, then leaves and berries.  The trees provide refuge, a nesting place and food.  When I watch the birds gather in our trees, I first think of you, what you have done and continue to do for birds of the air.  While the gentle breeze blows, the birds remain on the branches perhaps doing their own dance.  And they sing out your praise.

All things
give praise
to you,
O God,
all those
who know you.
Thank you
for the
amazing witness
just outside
my window.
I am blessed
by you.

Love, Andrea

Thursday, October 24, 2019

Dearest God,

Your gifts surpass complete human understanding!  Daily you bless!

This morning as I crawled out of the tent, I was wowed by the soft yellow cast to the campground.  Yellow upon the red, orange, gold, green, and brown trees, the gray-blue sky and the green-brown ground stopped me in my tracks.  You, O Lord, I thought to myself, you are the grand artist painting the canvas of the earth creating the wow factor to your creation!

This is just one of the gifts coming today.  The smell of early morning campfire, the quiet peace surrounding our site and the great joy of being in the Autumn outdoors just brought more.

Who is there to thank but you, O God, you!

You lavish us
with wondrous treasures.
You bless us
and then
bless us again.
Holy and Loving
is your name.
All praise
and glory
to you!

Love always, Andrea

Wednesday, October 23, 2019

Dear God,

Oh my goodness, who would think a spectacular view could be just outside a tent at 2:00 a.m. in the morning?  Me, that's who!

Staying at the Brown County State Park in Nashville, Indiana, my friend and I were each cozied up in our separate sleeping bags inside sleeping bags last night.  Although it was 38 degrees I needed to walk to the rest room just across the road.  When I stepped outside I was shocked to look up to the most amazing sky...pitch black with bright, shining diamonds twinkling.  I nearly fell over my own feet as I walked looking up.  And I thought, "Once again, O Lord, you have shown me your majesty, this time in the sky."  Even walking back to the tent I could not keep my eyes ahead looking for stones, uneven ground and other debris in the campground site.  All I wanted to do was look up, look up to see the sky, look up to see the planets and look up to see you.

Blessed are you,
Holy God,
you alone
are God.
I am thankful
to be
a recipient
of your
wonderful glory.
Praise to you!

Love, Andrea

Tuesday, October 22, 2019

Dear God,

Finally, a day I have been looking forward to, the beginning of a 3-day campout in Brown County.  As I drag out tents, sleeping bags, and pots, pans and dishes, I am filled with anticipation to sit in the woods watching the gentle breeze blow, the leaves turn color and the smoke rise from the early morning campfire.  In all this I find you.

It is when you are creating I see you best!  When life is moving however slow, I see your hand directing creation.  And to have no distractions, no work to do, no responsibility aside from cooking over the fire or people to take care of, it gives me time to sit in gratitude, to quietly and simply give thanks, to sing a song of thankfulness and to raise in hands to the heaven allowing my whole being to express my appreciation for all you do.

Thank you,
Creator God,
for the majesty
of your handiwork.
Thank you
for all
you do
to bring joy
to weary souls.
Thank you
for nature
and all
she provides.

Love always, Andrea

Monday, October 21, 2019

Dear God,

Oh, the joy of gray days!  As the gray clouds swiftly moved to the east, I watched as the rain fell to the ground and I smiled.  You made me to enjoy gray days.

There is something quiet about a gray day.  It is almost as if it says, "Let's have a quiet day together."  It appears the world is still, non-anxious, at peace.  It brings relief from dry days like I can almost hear the earth sigh.  Beautiful.

Every day you bring a special gift to the earth.  More often than not we miss them.  We fail to see beauty in front of our eyes.  Yet, through faith, you reveal your best offerings.  Today was one I did not miss!

Holy God,
thank you
for the
gray day.
Thank you
for the rain.
Thank you
for the silence.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, October 20, 2019

Dear God,

There are so many things you do that we never notice.  We see them all the time but we never stop to think, really think about what you are doing in the world.

This morning a sweet revelation came to me.  All trees do not turn color at the same time.  Maples' time of change is different from aspens, pin oaks or beech trees.  The fact that one changes at a time means we get to focus on them one at a time.  Each tree color is different than the next.  The tree just outside my window (I don't know what it is) is full of orange, gold, yellow and green.  Set against many other green trees, pines and evergreens, it is outrageously beautiful.  So my focus daily is upon this wondrous changing color tree.  If they all changed at one time, it wouldn't be nearly as spectacular.

Thank you
for this
morning's insight.
Thank you
for the colors
right outside
my window.
And thank you
for allowing
all the
other trees
to be
on the cusp
of changing.
I love it
and I love you.

Always yours, Andrea

Saturday, October 19, 2019

Dearest God,

Today I just sat back and watched my daughter bustle about at the fundraiser for her friend's teenage son who tragically died in a car accident three years ago.  Welcoming people to the event, working to get them to bid on silent auction items, and showing people to food trucks revealed to me the extent of my daughter's faith and love for you and her friend.

What I realize is it is not hard to find people whose love for you is being lived out in the world.  Sometimes we need only look next to us to find a person devoted to the tenets of Christian faith.  I have watched my daughter grow in faith, step forward to become a member of the Episcopal church and bless others through service, love and ministry.

When I pause to reflect upon generous people I know through churches I have served, communities where I have lived and family and friends, I have a huge list of people you have touched, inspired, transformed, blessed and helped.  I see what they have done and why and I am challenged to do the same.

Eternal God,
thank you
for the blessing
of loving people.
Thank you
for faith
to see
their acts
of love,
mercy and kindness.
Thank you
for making
the world
a better place
with people
like Jenni.

Love, Andrea

Friday, October 18, 2019

Dear God,

It is another early morning where the light will soon dispel the darkness.  As I watch it even after 73 years, I am still awed by the earth, its axis, and the seasons and daily rhythms.  Wow!

I find such contentment early in the morning!  It is quiet and peaceful.  Even now everything is still, not a mere movement inside or out.  I have to admit I revel in this special, holy time when you and I meet.  Although it has been difficult to find time to write at this time because of caring for my daughter following surgery and her children, now, just sitting here, I feel such inner joy.

Every day you give us holy moments just like this one.  You give us time and opportunity to draw near, to listen and talk and listen some more.  You speak to us and remind us we are yours, a loving child with a loving parent.  You reassure us when we need it.  You challenge us when we need to grow.  You stretch us when we get too rigid or stubborn.  You forgive us when we slip up, make mistakes or outright sin.  You affirm us with life lessons.  You celebrate our transformation.  And then...we go on about our day.

Holy and Living God,
thank you
for precious moments
of faith.
Thank you
for reminding us
who we are
and why
we exist.
Thank you
for early morning blessings.

Love, Andrea

Thursday, October 17, 2019

Dear God,

I watch as the birds flock to the trees.  Eating from the "berry" trees, my contemplative garden is a sanctuary where birds feed, hide and drink from the tiny pond.  All sorts of birds make a home here every fall.  Wrens, sparrows, bluebirds, blue jays, robins, cardinals and more I can't name call our place home during this time of year especially.  Observing their playful behavior, I see joy dancing in the wind.

I think that is the way it is with us, O Lord.  We too like to return home to you finding refreshment, comfort, spiritual food and drink, refuge and opportunity to rejoice and give thanks.  When we make our way to you, we find you waiting for us.  You fill us too with good things.  And then we too want to dance in the wind and sing.

Blessed are you,
God of All The Earth.
We see
your amazing handiwork
and feel
the gentle breeze
of your spirit.
Thank you
for this
quiet and
beautiful time.

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, October 16, 2019

Dear God,

I can't help it.  In the corners of my soul, I am rejoicing, dancing in my soul.  Opportunity after opportunity is coming to me and I am taking every one with a prayer of thanksgiving.  I smile not only because I am happy about circumstances that have allowed me to be with family but also because I know how much you have directed the path.  It is so obvious what you are doing!

Faith is a whole other level of life.  It is vast and wondrous, challenging and hard sometimes but always worth having it, living it, holding it, loving it, and being in the middle of it.  It is always about you and very little about anyone else.  Although your story is told through us, it still is about you and your merciful love for us.  How blessed we are when we allow faith to gently, meaningfully and lovingly draws us into a deepening relationship with you!

Holy God,
thank you
for the gift
of faith.
I must admit
I love walking
in the world
of faith.
It has everything...
grace, mercy,
love, forgiveness,
joy, wisdom,
insight, holiness,
peace and relationship.
It gives
and gives
so much.

Love always, Andrea

Tuesday, October 15, 2019

Dear God,

Today marked a new chapter in my family.  Although I don't want to be too public about my family, suffice it to say today was a great day.

When I read biblical stories of families with troubles and how they overcame them, I pray for a happy ending like theirs.  What I have found to be true is that wishing, hoping and praying for something and expecting you to create the wondrous miracle alone rarely works for me.  There is always something you expect of me...change, confession, work, shifting perspectives and on and on.  Only then do you seem to open doors that I am invited to walk through.

Thank you
for today,
O Lord.
Thank you
for my child.
Thank you
for circumstances
where your hand
is always apparent.

Love, Andrea

Monday, October 14, 2019

Dearest God,

Very early this morning I drove my daughter to the hospital.  Feverish, already fighting an infection in a tooth and recovering from neck surgery, she was really ill.  A couple hours later she was diagnosed with pneumonia.  Discouraged and very sick, they admitted her to the hospital.

How blessed I was to spend those hours with my sick child.  Although our relationship has been rocky at times, this was a time for loving tender care.  I was glad to be the one she called to help her.  Because I know she loves flowers, I bought her a gift from the gift shop that was a carved girl holding flowers to her bosom.  Entitled Surrounded by Love, it was perfect.

What you have taught me is this:  Seize the moment for faith.  Take the hand extended to you.  Trust you.  Give thanks.  Take the next step.

Bless you,
O God,
for your
great love
and mercy.
Thank you
for teaching me
more about faith
and trust.
Thank you
for the opportunity
to bless
my daughter.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, October 13, 2019

Dear God,

You give us gifts we don't even know come from you!  Laughter among loved ones contains a bit of heavenly joy that inspires more joy on earth.

I noticed this wonder the other day when I was laughing with two of my granddaughters.  It was just plain silliness but I caught a bit of eternity as we laughed together.  I thought of how you created love without a cap.  Love can grow and grow and grow.  So can joy.  With my beloved grandchildren I experienced both.

Thank you,
Wondrous God,
for all
your amazing gifts.
Thank you
for your kindness.
Thank you
for giving us
the capacity
to love
and live
and feel joy together.

Love always and forever, Andrea

Saturday, October 12, 2019

Dear God,

The rain came on a gray day.  Giving new life to the grass, shrubs and trees, I could almost watch it all turn just outside my window.  It should not have been surprising; that's what you do best...bring new life.

I know dry times.  I have had them.  That's what makes it all the more special when living water falls from heaven on thirsty souls.  Almost gasping, drinking in the "parch" refreshment, brings bodies, minds and spirits a way to breathe again.  Drinking from the well of living water can transform us like nothing else.

As I look over the green, green grass, I smile thinking of what you did not only for the earth but all of us living on it.

Thank you,
Creator God,
for the gift
of new life.
Thank you
for living water,
for wells
and mercy.
You bless us
with nourishment
over and over again.
We are blessed.

Love, Andrea

Friday, October 11, 2019

Dear God,

Second chances, you give us second chances.  Out of the bitter can come the sweet.  Out of loss can come gain.  And out of misunderstanding can come wisdom.

Although I don't want to share publicly, you know the circumstances, the loss, pain and sorrow.  Recently you opened a door and I slid through.  It's been sweet inside; that's all I can say.

Holy Father,
thank you
for opening doors
and windows
to the future.
Thank you
for residing
with us.
Thank you
for hope
that comes
with new openings.

Love always, Andrea

Thursday, October 10, 2019

Dear God,

Every day is a good day for gratitude, a time to pause, reflect and give thanks.  Although life is rarely perfect, it has enough "perfect" in it to bow and give thanks.

What is perfect?  Rain on dry ground.  A harvest moon.  A gentle breeze.  Smiling children.  An empathetic hug.  Enough money to pay the bills.  An understanding employer.  A kind stranger.  The first and last blossom on trees, plants and shrubs.  Snow falling.  Mercy and grace.  A new insight.  Forgiveness.  Breathing clean air and drinking clean water.  Medicine for ailments.  Love.

Thank you,
dearest God,
for much
for which
to give thanks.
Thank you
for so much perfect.
Thank you
for ways
to express gratitude.

Love, Andrea

Wednesday, October 9, 2019

Dear God,

You know what we need, O Lord.  The seasons of faith are like the seasons of nature.  Some seasons are about sprouting and growing.  Some are about blossoming and dancing in the wind.  Others call us to quiet and to deepen our roots searching for much needed essentials to keep us flourishing with your spirit.

Moving into Fall is one of those quiet times.  As I look outside and watch the leaves change and fall, I know what I am in for.  It is a gentle call for me to color, let go, relax, deepen and listen.  I am ready.

Creator God,
thank you
for the
Autumn season.
Thank you
for the
new call.
Thank you
for the rest
that is coming.

Love, Andrea

Tuesday, October 8, 2019

Dearest God,

Oh, the power of spiritual memory!  I was writing my meditation story for our church devotional book when I found myself back at the Carmelite Monastery.  It was Christmas Eve, 1997, one of the most beautiful, holy moments of my life!

Burdened with a diagnosis of breast cancer I joined my covenant group colleagues for our regular covenant group meeting.  Due to have radical surgery in two days we shared a devotion, prayer and spiritual reflections.  We sought you in the deepest levels of our faith when we heard singing.  Pausing to listen we realized the sisters had gathered outside our door.  Carrying bibles, a lighted candle, song sheets, and nativity characters they invited us to join them for their annual ritual of carrying the light into every room of the monastery.  Preparing each room for Christ to enter, we sang, listened to scripture and made a pilgrimage to the chapel where the Christ Child was laid in the manger.  There we worshipped the Christ to come.

Following mass the sisters circled round me and one by one they came forward, placed their loving hands on my shoulders and prayed for me.  In every way they met my own darkness with the light of their Christ.

Holy Father,
thank you
for the blessing
of spiritual memory.
Thank you
for faith
that envelopes,
embraces and enlivens.
Thank you
for hope
that comes
when the light
removes the darkness.

Love always, Andrea

Monday, October 7, 2019

Dear God,

Today I was finally able to visit Aunt Jodie in the rehab center.  I leaned down and hugged her in her wheelchair.  That's when I thought of all the times she has hugged me throughout my 73 years.  At 92 she's given a lot of hugs to a lot of us kids.  We may not have fully appreciated it at the time; now, I cherish every moment with her.

Aunt Jodie made the best chicken and noodles.  She made wonderful pies.  Her frozen corn, canned tomatoes and green beans always spoke love to me.  All the time and attention she took in preparing wonderful meals that delighted the taste buds touched everyone of us at her table.

My precious aunt can't really cook anymore.  So I take her jars of my home-canned foods like peaches, pear butter, carrots, beets, and pears and plenty of strawberry peach jam.  Although it is only a small token of appreciation, I love to see her eyes light up.

As I hugged her once last time before I left, I thanked her for all the gifts she has given through the years.  "I love you," I told her.

Aunt Jodie's hugs
feel a lot
like yours,
O God.
In her presence
I feel yours.
Thank you
for the blessing.

Love, Andrea

Sunday, October 6, 2019

Dear God,

Last night our church held a hayride and hot dog roast at the local park.  One little girl with a great big smile and glasses held her marshmallow roaster in one hand and her cracker and chocolate in the other.  Perplexed what to do next, I leaned over and showed her how to take off the blackened sweet and put it on top of the cracker and chocolate.  She took one bite and ran off to play with the other children.  Sometime later after the hayride and preparing to go home, she ran over to me, grabbed hold of my legs and gave me a big hug.  She looked up at me and said goodbye.  Then she was off with her mother and brother.

That scene lingered with me this morning.  I thought of how unexpected hugs and expressions of affection come to us.  When we least expect it we feel this fresh wave of love wafting toward us.  Although Eleanor is just about four years old, I had never met her before but obviously my move toward helping her with her treat triggered a "love" response.  Her small hands may as well have been yours.  They felt the same!

Holy God,
thank you
for Eleanor
and her gift
of love.
Thank you
for all Eleanors
who teach us
how to give.
Thank you,
O Lord,
for hot dogs,
hayrides and
helpful hands.

Love always, Andrea

Saturday, October 5, 2019

Dearest God,

I remember when Rylan was born.  Premature and fighting for his life, he was sent by ambulance to a hospital with a Newborn Intensive Care Unit.  For days he struggled breathing with 100% oxygen.  Little by little he recovered and went home.  Although he had a few challenges with eating, learning and developing, he overcame them with a lot of help from his mother.

Tonight I drove to Lebanon to watch him play center at a sixth grade Super bowl football game.  Tied at the end 6 to 6, they went into overtime.  Our team added another 8 points so the opponent was given a chance at the 20 yard line as well.  Another touch down.  The tension was palpable.  We were all standing.  There was a snap and our team foiled the opponent's attempt for another two points.  We yelled and screamed and celebrated.

When I saw sweaty, happy Rylan amidst the fans, he was wearing a really big smile.  I thought of how you have had your hand upon that boy.  I smiled and breathed a prayer of thanksgiving as I threw my arms around him and kissed him on the top of his head!

Blessed are you,
God Most High,
for saving Rylan
for this hour.
Thank you
for the joy
he brings
to all
of us.
Thank you
for his life.

Love, Andrea

Friday, October 4, 2019

Dear God,

I look out the window and see my contemplative garden.  I remember having it put in several years ago.  It reminds me to pause, reflect and remember your good gifts.

I recall the day I invited people to come for an "Open Garden".  I had just finished the garden.  The humidity was so high that the air was sticky and the skies were foreboding.  Yet, as we worshipped with scripture readings, songs and prayers your living presence was felt.  Later when we blew bubbles as a sign of your spirit, the translucent balls stuck on the plants, flowers, trees, shrubs and us.  It was quite a beautiful scene.  And the fact that it finally poured down rain didn't affect us at all.  We just squeezed inside the house.  Someone sat at the old, out-of-tune upright piano, played favorite songs and we sang.  Wet and undaunted we laughed, shared and had a marvelous good time.

So today, I look out and you bring to mind a woman who was carried to the event because she was in her last days of cancer.  She was determined to come.  I remember a woman who came over and spent some time alone on her wedding day.  Another woman came who was going through a divorce.  All found solace, peace and joy.

I look now and give thanks.

You are God;
there is
no one
like you.
You bless us
in wonderful
and mysterious ways.
Thank you
for your spirit
and the
sweet memories
of faith.

Love always, Andrea

Thursday, October 3, 2019

Dear God,

I am so blessed by my circle of friends, authors of varying books like the Bible, The Good Life, Mister God, This is Anna, Healing for a Bitter Heart and so many more.  These friends come and go as I listen to their stories in the context of others' stories.  I am moved, inspired, changed, blessed and challenged by all of them.  So many have come and gone like St. Terese of Lisieux, St. Francis of Assisi, Pope Francis, C. S. Lewis, Thomas Merton, so very many.  All of them have a word or many words of faith to share.

I used to struggle to find a few minutes for devotions.  I read for a couple minutes from a single book but in recent months up to seven friends have joined my circle and I have listened to them as they shared. I never dreamed I could sit long enough or be interested enough in sitting with people of faith all at the same time.  Yet, so often the conversation provokes reflection and thought as two or more writers speak about the same subject centuries apart.  I am so moved when that happens and it happens a great deal.

Today as I read and listen, your spirit speaks again and my heart is filled, once again, with great gratitude!

How I
love you,
O Lord.
Thank you
for my circle
of friends,
their insights
and wisdom,
their questions
and answers,
their faith,
love and devotion.
Thank you,
Great Teacher
for lessons
I need
to learn.

Love always, Andrea

Wednesday, October 2, 2019

Dear God,

When an insight comes, a healing is realized, our heart is warmed, peace invades our chaos and worry or we feel less encumbered by responsibility, we know you have met us in the depths of our DNA.  None of these things are simple or ordinary, it is the work of your amazing spirit.

Each day when something comes to me, I know it is a spirit visitation.  More often than not, I know when the spirit wind blows.  And when I breathe easier knowing my heart or mind is changing, I know you are with me.

Sometimes I feel guilty that I know your living presence.  A friend once reminded me that my awareness of you is a gift most people do not have.  I denied it.  How can that be?  I thought to myself.  I am not worthy of such a gift.  I am not great in the eyes of the world, myself or you, Lord, so why do I sense your presence with me every day?  Why me and not someone else?  I still ask it.

Blessed are you,
Great God of Faith.
You walk
with us.
You talk
with us.
You love us.
You teach us.
You guide us.
You bless us.
What can
we say
but thank you?

Love always, Andrea

Tuesday, October 1, 2019

Dearest God,

Often we meet you in the sweetest places.  This morning I listened to Jessye Norman sing a musical piece from Samson and Delilah.  What I felt and thought was that I was being drawn in closer to your own heart.  I closed my eyes and opened my soul to your entrance.  So I turned on more of her music, You'll Never Walk Alone, Ave Maria and O Divine Redeemer.  Sublime.

Daily you invite us in to sup with you.  You feed us with your own spirit and love.  All that is within us wants to sit at your table, listen to you and drop to our knees.  Sweet mercy.

Holy One,
thank you
for the meal today.
Thank you
for drawing me in.
Thank you
for blessing me.

Love always, Andrea