Monday, December 14, 2020

Dear God,

There is a quiet place where you dwell in the human soul.  There is a waterfall of grace, streams of living water, green pastures, mountains of mercy and deserts of blooming life.  There we can go at any time, day or night, any season or time of difficulty or peace, makes no difference.  We can enter in joy or sorrow, hope or despair, anger or peace.  We can go to complain or to celebrate.  With you they are all the same.

There is no greater delight in my soul than dwelling with you although I admit I am not always a gracious dweller.  I forget my manners, humility and forgiveness.  I fail to fully be your child.  At the same time, I do love to enter your sacred space to be with you.

Memories of dwelling times fill my heart to overflowing.  The experiences we have had together are full of insights, wisdom, joy, dancing, loving, sharing, laughing, weeping, overcoming, conquering, softening, praying and being present.  There is not enough time left in my life to tell them all but you, O God, you know each one, every detail, each uphill climb, every learning, each dread overturned to courage, every despair transformed to hope, on and on it goes.

There is none

like you,

Gracious God,

none like you.

Thank you

for your

dwelling place.

Thank you

for invitations

deep and wide.

You have

my heart

full of gratitude.

Love, Andrea