Saturday, January 28, 2023
Dear God,
One woman pastor's continuing journey to find God in the mundane and the ordinary,the suffering and the celebration.
Dear God,
Dear God,
Like David the psalmist, I cry out, "Lord, keep my lamp burning." I want your light to shine in me to others. I want to be your light not just shine it.
Sometimes it is very difficult to glow with your loving light. When I retrace my steps of unresolved issues, I begin to lower my flame. So low at times I can barely see your light in me. I know it is not you but me. It is me, Lord, because sadly, I trust you less to help strengthen me from years of hurt. I know your light is greater than my darkness but I give in to it when I wallow in self-pity. But then you come ever more brightly to me that I am caught in your brilliance and you turn up my flame. Certainly I do not deserve such compassion but then you are God and it is what you do. What you do best!
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Thank you for the ways you turn a house into a home! We move into a structure, put all our possessions in it and then live daily lives. But something happens and makes the house more. I believe it is you.
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Snowflakes are piled around the trees, beside the patio and house. I can't help but think they are beautiful. But as I reflect more deeply, I realize there are probably a million tiny flakes in each pile. How wonderful to think of their uniqueness right there on display.
As a girl, I used to cut out snowflakes and put them on the windows. I tried to make as many different ones as I could. Then I would stand back and admire their beauty. I just thought there was nothing more beautiful. But that pile sitting right outside my kitchen window is far more beautiful and I get to see it! Amazing!
Dear God,
There is no place I would rather be than in your holy, living presence where anything is possible. In quiet places in gray, cold January, you enable us to look deep to find newness of life. You invite us into your life. You whisper challenges to shift, move and to change. You remind us we are always in the center of your love for us.
Here at a cabin deep in the woods of southern Indiana, my friend and I create interesting Christmas ornaments and bags, crochet a sweater and sew quilt fabric strips together. We talk and listen and enjoy nature outside the many windows. But most of all we have opportunities to breathe in the air of faith, listen for holy calls and offer spiritual refreshment to one another.
As I finish my devotions and prayer and listen to the rain falling on the roof, I know you are here in this space blessing and inspiring. My hope and prayer is that as we leave here, we may take the gift of your presence with us.
Dear God,
The single candle standing just behind the olive wood creche glows in the darkness. In the early morning hours when all is dark inside and out, that one candle radiates light in the high ceiling and down the hallway. That means we can see by the light of one candle!
As I did my early morning devotions, I kept looking at that light and remembered it only takes a tiny bit of light to change everything. It is easy for me to reflect upon those who have been light to me. My grandmother was a light bearer for sure. Her light sought me out and persuaded me to believe in your son. Her light was so connected to her love that when I saw one, I saw the other.
Light is a symbol of love to me. When I gaze at the radiance of the candle by the creche, I see your light, your beauty and your warmth. The light gets inside my soul and warms me from the inside out. I feel joy and peace and contentment. And through it all, I see you, Great Parent, I see you!
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Wondrous God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Even as I am in the process of writing a new song, my daughter is already singing hers. And it is a song of beauty, forgiveness and transformation. She has worked hard finding ways to surrender the old song.