Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Dear God,

I couldn't help but be grateful when I pulled into our driveway after 1,000 plus miles of driving.  I was weary, worn out and ready for a quick bite to eat and then to bed.  Yet, as I climbed the steps carrying my overnight bag, I whispered my prayers of thanksgiving.

The drive from Indiana to Maine is not just any kind of a drive.  It is a holy one for me.  I sense your living presence with me in and outside the car.  When I see the snow-capped mountains, the frozen ponds and rural farmland, I feel your creative spirit at work.  When the sun rises and sets, I know you are present still commanding nature to do its best.  When I am silent as I drive, I hear your voice, feel your nearness and sense your blessings.

What could I do but express my gratitude as I closed my eyes in sleep.

Thank you,

Loving Father,

for such

a beautiful drive.

Thank you

for being

with me,

helping me

and guiding me

safely along

the way.

Thank you

for the

countless blessings

and inspirations!

Love, Andrea