Wednesday, February 26, 2020

Dearest God,

I started the day in the fog and ended the drive in windy, steady-falling snow.  For nearly 400 miles I thought of how the last 30 days were all gifts.  The silence, the work, the insights, the wintry landscape, the simple meals and walks back and forth to the hermitage were all holy, happy moments. It's amazing what will come when we are quiet and listening.

Every day is a day to count blessings, to reflect upon past and present and to dwell in the lap of luxury of your amazing presence.  Each day I found more blessings for which to give thanks and while thanking you for gifts given to me, I prayed for the world, for every nation and people, for all the suffering and oppressed, for the gifts of generous givers, caretakers and lovers of those in need.  I realized how, if we really think about it, we could be giving thanks every moment of every day.

When I pulled into the driveway of my Indiana home, weary and worn, I murmured my prayers of thanksgiving for a safe drive home and a very long list of blessings.

Holy God,
no one
gives good gifts
like you.
Everything I have
is a gift
from you.
I am
most grateful
that I know that.

Love, Andrea