Saturday, July 2, 2022

Dear God,

The cucumbers, astilbe and rosemary plants were half dead by the time I planted them.  I had overextended myself and simply could not get to them.  I failed to water, tend and prune their dying leaves.  When I finally planted them, I felt guilty so I prayed they would live and thrive.

Just the way I do to my emotional and spiritual life.  Neglect, resistance and failure lead to the same thing...wilting, drying up and beginning to die.  A panic attack at hoping and praying life will return is certainly not a good lesson in faith.

But as I sat in the damp soil, potting the plants, filling them up with organic, rich soil and cool water, I realized how your presence stays with all things, humans included, while we go on our way in life.  I sat for a moment giving thanks for second chances.

You are God;

there is none

like you,

Creator God.

Thank you

for the constancy

of your 

living presence.

Thank you

for yet

another chance

to get

it right.

Love, Andrea