Saturday, September 17, 2022

Dear God,

Today was the last day to work on the spiritual path for the season.  As I sat in the Adirondack chair and gazed out over the Mousam River, I thought of the many ways you have been present all summer long.  From the beautiful birdsongs to the morning rising sun to the blossoming day lilies, Siberian iris and Lily of the Valley, you have been every whisper, revelation, display, surprise and treasure.  My lips have sung your praise all summer long.

The spiritual path has truly been an experience of abiding love.  Ever since you challenged me to uncover a spiritual path hidden among all kinds of debris, invasive plants, dead trees, trash and layers of leaves, downed branches and limbs and deep roots, you have been revealing yourself to me.  Life lessons, spiritual and emotional questions and words of challenge, wisdom and conviction have bound me to you as we labored together.

So today I counted my blessings, so many of them.

Loving Creator,

thank you

for the gifts

of your

spiritual path.

Thank you

for teaching,

persuading, convicting

challenging and 

restoring me.

Truly you

are my all

in all.

Love, Andrea