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