Tuesday, March 1, 2022

Dear God,

This morning just outside my study window I hear the birds call to one another.  Their sweet songs transport me back in time to my grandparents' farm home.  As a child I remember waking up in the Jenny Lind bed piled with colorful, hand-made quilts.  Outside the front window I heard those same bird calls.

Lovely bird songs equate to loving, sweet memories on the farm.  I remember love pervading every square inch of that home.  The smell of bacon wafted up the old stairs into the large bedroom.  As I tried to decide whether I wanted to leave my warm bed for a farm-house breakfast or stay snuggled in those comforters, I just remember feeling so loved, so covered in love by my grandmother's special, unconditional love.

Finally, after taking one last snuggle, I jumped out of bed and ran downstairs.  Immediately entering the kitchen, I found my smiling grandmother waiting for me at the familiar oak table set with dishes filled with sausage, eggs and toast.  But more importantly beside my grandfather's plate was a copy of the Upper Room Devotional.  Before eating Grandpa read the morning devotional and prayed.  Somehow food translated into food at your table filled with the same love I found in my favorite country home.

As I closed my eyes and quieted my soul this morning, I reveled both in the love of my grandmother and also in you, my heavenly father.

Thank you,

Kind God,

for the

loving memories

that so

touch my soul

Thank you

for wondrous blessings

given me

throughout my life.

Thank you

for Grandma Hughes

and her

loving ways.

She pointed me

to you then

and still does

even now.

Yours forever, Andrea