Saturday, January 8, 2022

Dear God,

In the early morning hours, I love to pray in the dark, the room lighted only by miniature Christmas tree lights and mantle lights.  I keep my eyes open because I want to see your presence in the quiet, sacred space.  As I breathe in, I know you are with me.  There and then you speak, sometimes volumes.

How is it possible that a room can be a simple room of beauty and elegance at the same time a place of mystical power?  Some see it the first way totally unaware there is more.  How does that happen?  Why?  And to only some?  I do not understand.

Yet, O God, I know your spirit while sitting there in the living room.  I breathe in the air of your loving grace.  I feel the warmth of your spirit.  I know your compassionate power.  I know there is more.

As I listen, I fill with your spirit.  I feel the fullness of your presence.  I ponder the magnificence of who you are and how we can be united together in prayer.  I smile because I cannot not smile.  

Holy, holy, holy

are you,

Lord God Almighty.

Thank you

for your

holy presence

right here

right where

I am.

Thank you

for allowing me

to be

with you.

I am blessed,

so very blessed.

Yours, Andrea