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