Saturday, June 8, 2024

Dear God,

As I sit here writing at my colonial kitchen table, I am breathing fresh air from the window to my right elbow.  I love Maine air so much.  For some reason it relieves stress, aids in my healing and offers me sweet peace.   But I realize I have to first open the window in order to let the refreshment in.

Do I open the door to you, O God, so your living spirit can flow into me?  Is it open wide to allow your spiritual refreshment to revive me?  I know I am dependent on the breath of your spirit air but I don't always open the window.  I want to though.  I don't like stagnant air that holds stale smells.  Forgive me, I pray for all the times I fail to open up to your spirit.

Open the door

to my heart,

mind and soul,

dear God.

Breathe into me

the air

of your 

loving spirit.

Keep it open,

I pray.

Love, Andrea