Monday, November 29, 2021
Dear God,
One woman pastor's continuing journey to find God in the mundane and the ordinary,the suffering and the celebration.
Dear God,
Dear God,
This morning I looked out into the dark night sky. It was cold and clear so the twinkling stars radiated their mystical glow. I just stood there looking at your wondrous creation. Who else could have created this? No one but you!
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
You distracted me, diverted me to truth and love. When I awoke at 2:00 a.m. worried and fearful about several things that are happening now to people I love, I began to think the worst but your gentle tug called me to the side, like a coach to a player, a teacher to a student, a mother to a child. "Listen, you can choose a better way."
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
You are always calling us to rise higher, higher in compassion, love, understanding, mercy and forgiveness. When we want to be angry, resentment or judgmental. you whisper, "Rise higher, my beloved child, rise higher." I have to confess I do not always want to rise higher; I want to stay in my judgment. On the other hand, of course, I want to do your bidding. Why? Because you always know better. You have my best interests at heart. You know what I need as well as others.
I am so grateful you are the voice of reason, kindness and wisdom. You desire this world to be a better place, a better people and a better me. Only you can clean us up, make us clean and get rid of the soils, sins and selfishness. Only you can make your creation bright once again even if it is only in tiny spots at a time.
Dear God,
Dear God,
This morning as I sat in my chair meditating on the devotional writers' words of faith, truth and challenge, I couldn't help but realize the holy work before me. The quiet was simply the sound of your whisper. I really wanted to sing, "Holy, holy, holy! Lord God Almighty! Early in the morning our song shall rise to thee." Although all I could see out my windows was darkness, I knew within a couple of hours, the light would come bringing first the outline of the landscape and then the full view. Why would I not want to praise and give thanks?
Dear God,
It was while I was praying that another miracle was forming. I had sat with my circle of friends reading my devotional books and contemplating their trustworthy, faith-filled words when it was time to move to prayer. When I prayed finally for the whole world and all who are in it and said amen, I opened my eyes. There before me, my long-awaited dream came true. It was snowing, so many fat, beautiful flakes were falling just outside my window. As they collected on the grass, trees and shrubs, my smile spread as my voice declared your praise once again.
There is hardly a more beautiful sight this time of year! Those tiny, white creations remind me winter is coming. My most favorite season is a time of spiritual nourishment and refreshment for me. Like the trees that dig their roots deeper into the ground searching for nutrients, so do I dig down searching for the same. And I am never disappointed!
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Today I was glad I was wearing a mask when I began to weep in worship. As I listened to the pastor preach, inside the message were your whisperings to me. You opened the door and window to my soul and told me what I needed to hear. I did not cry because I was sad; I wept because I realized once again just how good you are to us here on earth.
Although I have been going through a rough patch, I could see how you have been beside me. You never once left me alone. You knew I needed to know that. I also needed to see and hear what lay hidden inside me, feelings, fears and bitterness. Although I thought I had completely healed, you showed me those dark places where I needed to let the light shine. And it did.
Dear God,
This morning as I prayed, I lifted up the names of the sisters of St. Joseph, Carmel and St. Benedict as well as the brothers of Christ in the Desert. Each of these Catholic monastic communities have helped forge a deeper faith inside me. When I think of them, I am reminded of God's work through them to change me.
Dear God,
We cannot hide from you. You know all our thoughts, secrets and worries. All.
Dear God,
This morning I awakened with a gloomy spirit. Last night I was hurt by someone that I allowed to wound my soul. I was still feeling the pain.
As always I moved to my study where my devotional materials waited. I sat in my chair, circled round with spiritual writer friends and listened to them and to you. Once again I read about your grace, our belovedness and hope. The more I read, the more my spirit lifted. I realized I have the power to change my own self as long as I hold onto your power that enables and empowers me.