Monday, January 13, 2020

Dearest God,

You come in strange and mysterious ways.  You speak and when we are open we hear you.

Today in my devotional reading Macrina Wiederkehr talked about being in a hole.  Oh, how that resonated with me.  I have been in holes before, desolate, black spaces so deep I could not imagine ever rising to the top again. But I did, of course, I did.  Why?  How?  One, you deemed it needed to happen and two, you lifted me up and out.  I remember those black abysses but more than that, I remember your grace that put your arms around me and effortlessly lifted me out.

It is easy to fall into holes, particularly of our own making.  It is not easy to climb back out.  But by faith, by gracious, unyielding love, you take hold of us and lift.  Only by your power, your power of love, mercy and grace can such a miraculous event take place.  Only by you, O Lord, only by you.

O Father,
my heart
is full
of gratitude
for the
infinite number
of times
you have
lifted me up.
Thank you
for loving me
so much.
Although I know
I have
done little
to warrant
such an occasion
of kindness,
nevertheless, I
am humbled
by your love.
No one
loves me
as much
as you.

Love always, Andrea