Thursday, January 25, 2024
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,
Yesterday our covenant group returned to the Little Noddfa House (now known as the Nazareth House) where I led and participated in many spiritual retreats throughout the years. I let some of those stories come to me as I made the one-hour-drive from home. The sight of the old house warmed my heart, took hold of my weary soul and called me to attention in my somewhat troubled mind. It was good to be "home."
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Last night it snowed on the gentle slopes of Brown County, Indiana. Here in a cabin in the woods away from everything else, I opened every curtain and looked out into the dark but it was not dark because of the white covering on the trees, ground and birdhouses.
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Refreshment, hope and joy arrive every morning when I sit down to read, ponder and meditate on my devotional readings. I listen to their voices, doubts, fears, triumphs and questions. No matter what they share from thousands of years ago to modern day, they all direct me to you.
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,
The new year has begun, fresh and inviting. There are opportunities galore to enter into blessing, inspiration and hope. Will I open myself to them? Will we?
Dear God,
Dear God,
Dear God,