Monday, September 21, 2020

Dear God,

Some things seem impossible, like we can't imagine them happening.  Yet, they do and we are left reflecting, contemplating the ways of eternity which are so beyond our full understanding.

I look at this home on Pleasant Street, a 200-year-old Victorian home, small by most homes on our street, but our property includes a woods, a hill and a river.  Who knew you would bring us here and give us the call to return her to her natural beauty?  

Sitting in the middle of loveliness, heavenly loveliness causes my soul to pause, reflect, pray, give thanks and finally to praise you.  The spiritual path is nearly done after what, a dozen years?  The hermitage is built and finally there are lights, electricity, that gives a warm glow to your sacred home.  There is no doubt, this is your dwelling place, O Father, Creator of All That is Good.  The electrician called out to me when I was pruning raspberry bushes, "You have light!"  I wanted to weep, thinking of how good you are. As I stepped inside, I could feel the Light, not just the lights.

Finally, after all the workers left, I sat in the rocking chair and there I began to sing and pray.

    "O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder 

    consider all the worlds thy hands have made. 

     I see the stars, the rolling thunder.

    Thy power throughout the universe displayed.

    Then sings my soul, my Savior God to me.

    How great thou art.  How great thou art.

    Then sings my soul, my Savior God to me.

    How great thou art.  How great thou art."

Holy God,

what do

I say

to you

to express

my gratitude?

How do

I show you

my love

and devotion?

Thank you,

thank you,

thank you.

Receive my love,

Holy One,

receive my love.

Yours, Andrea