Thursday, September 22, 2022

Dear God,

This morning as I sat quietly doing my devotions, I heard a bird sing.  I stopped what I was doing and listened.  I realized I had listened to that bird sing all summer along.  He and his friends blessed me so much as I heard the sweet melodies only birds can sing.

The songster prompted me to reflect upon all my summer memories, of flowers blooming, breezes blowing, the groundhog raising his head and long body out from under the shed, the laughter of family visits, my first kayak ride on the Mousam, the joy of friends driving through the crazy town of Ogunquit, the search for the right kind of saltwater taffy, early morning sunrises, renovating the century plus family cabinet, picking peaches and canning them, and staying at a lighthouse with friends, just to name a few.

What I recognized this morning was the need for reflection and expressions of gratitude.  If I fail to remember and give thanks, I lose opportunities to fully live life and offer my prayers of thanksgiving.

Loving God,

thank you

for the 

many gifts

of summer.

Thank you

for every blessing

and inspiration.

I am blessed

and full

of gratitude.

Love, Andrea