Sunday, August 9, 2020

Dear God,

I couldn't help myself.  This morning during the outdoor worship I quietly sang the songs played by the organist.  I knew every song so I hummed or sang along even though I was wearing my mask.  It has been so long since I have sung at church worship because of fear of spread of the virus.  I have sung hymns since I was tall enough to stand beside Grandma Hughes when she played them on her old upright piano.  I have missed the old songs.

It is evident you were present in the writing of many of those hymns, some going back a hundred years.  What I have learned is every hymn has a story and those stories are stories of faith.  When I sing, I deepen my faith.  When I sing, peace comes to me.  When I sing, hope comes alive and I let go of my worries.  When I sing, I sense your presence more fully.  When I sing, I am glad to be part of the worldwide church, your beloved community of faith.

Holy God,

thank you

for your spirit

that amazes

and blesses.

Thank you

for worship

and hymns.

Thank you

for this morning

so full

of rich gifts.

Love, Andrea