Saturday, September 9, 2023

Dear God,

Hours ago I wrote about the jungle garden in our backyard, our contemplative garden that was let go for a whole summer.  I am still thinking about it.  As we wait for the landscaping company to give us a bid to clean up, I look out and see St. Francis still standing tall.  For a while he was lost among the tall weeds.  After we cut some back, we found him right where he has always been.  

Such gentle reminders steer us back on course.  They remind us of your living presence sometimes hidden from view.  They call to us like the psalmist to pause and give thanks.  "The Lord is my shepherd..." we cry out.  Indeed, you are our shepherd.  We need reminding.  We need to feel the pull back into the fold.  We need to reorient.  We need to return.

Thank you

for St. Francis

who never

left us.

Thank you

for his

loving reminder.

Thank you

for blessings

that are found

among the weeds.

Love, Andrea