Thursday, September 30, 2021

Dear God,

It is the last day of September.  Summer is over; Autumn has arrived.  Time moved so swiftly the last few months; it is a reminder to savor each day, live well and kindly and daily give thanks.

Last Tuesday pressed me to the precipice.  We discovered our van has a big engine issue but the service people told us we could probably make it home which is another 500 plus miles.  We decided we wanted to make one more stop so I took the two lane road that led me over three mountain ranges with steep grades, the setting sun in my eyes, a gas tank getting close to empty because my husband did not want to earlier pay the "outrageous" gas price of $3.35 a gallon and worry over whether the car would show signs of distress and concerns where I would pull over in the middle of nowhere with little or no cell phone service.  I was scared, exhausted and perplexed when I realized I was in a difficult situation.  I did the only thing I knew to do.  I sang.  I sang for over an hour.  I sang hymns and Christian choruses.  I prayed.  I breathed the air of your spirit.  I meditated and gave thanks.  

You taught me a long time ago to trust you in all situations.  You showed me the way to surrender, to lean on you and to move forward with courage and power from on high.  You invited me to exchange my fear for faith when facing things that terrify me.  You took my whole self, my car, my husband, my situation and my present moment and took us safely to a destination that provided lodging, gas and a late dinner.  After I burst into tears, let go of everything bottled up inside and offered up my praise, I realized once again to savor the day, live well and kindly and to daily give thanks.

You can

always be trusted,

Living God.

Thank you

for delivering us safely

to the 

safe door

of our lodging.

Thank you

for food,

gas and grace.

Love, Andrea