Friday, September 18, 2020

Dear God,

The wonder of it all!  Today my husband and I stood in the spiritual hermitage for 45 minutes just talking about your wonder work in the woods...the call, the opening, the clearing, the path, the hermitage.  We were reminiscing how every single happening had your name and handprint all over it.

I could never have imagined what that first call to dig into an overrun, debris-filled, tangled, invasive plant takeover and dead-trees-galore woods would mean.  Yet, even as I write, I remember so well standing in the back room of our old, run-down Victorian home, looking out into the long and wide back yard into the woods and hearing your voice, "That is the opening to the spiritual path."  I remember being taken aback, unsettled and bewildered, not quite sure what had just happened.  At the same time the call was clear.  There was to be a spiritual path in the woods.  That's all I knew.  It was a while later when I began the work, the labor of love.

I would never have done it on my own. Too much work, too much dirt, too much crap, too much muscle ache, too much money and too much this and that  I would not have given a dozen summers working thousands of hours working in the dirt, digging up debris like glass, rusty nails, barbed wire, children's toys, pipes, broken dishes and buckets of glass, digging up roots to China, pruning, sawing and cutting dead trees and so very much more.  I simply would not, could not do it.  But it wasn't my project.  It was always yours, yours alone.  I never knew what to do next.  You always showed me what I was to do at the moment and I just did it.  But now that we are nearing an end, maybe next summer, I am blown away by your grand design, your wondrous creation, your ideas and thoughts, your guidance and above all, your love.  It was always your plan, your desire and your creation.  You deserve full credit, yes indeed, full credit.

Thank you,

Loving God,

for the call,

the challenge,

the work,

the hope,

the insights,

the hope, 

and the love.

I am touched

that you

chose this land,

this woods

and this woman.

I am blessed

beyond imagination.

All my love, Andrea