Friday, August 21, 2020

Dear God,

Sitting in the dirt pulling weeds, digging out roots and clearing away debris in the woods, I find an extraordinary feeling of your presence.  Sweaty, tired and dirty, I hear your gentle voice reaffirming your life among your people.  How can it be, I ask myself.  How can it be?

But then I know the answer to my own question.  The creator of the world would not leave its own creation.  Of course, you are in the midst of it all.  In the mountains and the sunshine, in the rain and the storm and in the in the beauty of nature and even in the dirt.  It is all yours, O God, all yours.

I can't help but feel a great sense of gratitude for five senses that pick up the signs.  The air I breathe cries out to me of the air of your spirit.  The sweet scent of Applewood burning tells me of your grace.  The touch of trees, flowers and stones draw me close to the earth made by you in the beginning of time.  On this day, in this place, home in the woods I know that I know that I know you are God.  There is none like you and the fact that I know it deep down in my soul makes me all the happier as I consider your nearness.  Today was one of those days where the realization of all this fills me with prayers of thanksgiving.

Blessed are you,

Master Creator,

Comforter and Teacher.

The gift

of this day

reminds of

of the glory

of faith,

its essence,

beauty and hope.

All I want

to do

is offer praise,

praise and

more praise.

Love always, Andrea