Saturday, November 9, 2019

Dear God,

A candle sits on my desk, its flame dancing in the air.  Funny how a simple candle can lead us to you.

How I long to dance in the wind of your spirit.  How I desire to lift my eyes and hands to the heavens awaiting a breath of your Holy Spirit.  How I want to move and lean and twirl in the spirit of love and joy particularly as I do it with you, Holy God.

Way too often I am rigid and unbending.  I like choosing my own path, doing my own thing.  Yet, at the same time I want to become flexible, ready to move at the slightest sign of your spirit.  I want to do the dance of faith, to laugh at the sheer joy of giving my hand to you, taking your lead.  I want to be part of you, Gracious God, because doing so opens me to a larger, more beautiful, deeper and wider world.

Years ago when I learned I had breast cancer, I was filled with fear and terror.  I was paralyzed and could hardly breathe.  When I asked the doctor what would happen if I did no treatment, he told me I would die.  I wasn't ready for that.  And so I did the only thing I knew to do, I fell backward into your arms.  I entrusted myself into your hands and that is when I danced.  You took me in your arms and we danced among the stars and planets.  Such beauty I had never witnessed before or since.  I will never forget those precious, holy moments.

So, teach me again, Loving God, to bend, to move and to dance.

Thank you
for your spirit,
Creator God.
Thank you
for faith.
Thank you
for lessons
that teach me
to trust you.

Love, Andrea