Tuesday, July 2, 2024

Dear God,

So far I have already picked red raspberries, luscious sweet cherries and bright red strawberries.  I have made jam and this week will make muffins and coffeecake.  It is amazing to remember that just a few months ago while snowflakes fell, there was no fruit on the trees or in the fields.  They were all empty but for the hope they promised.

Every year while I reach up or down when picking, I think of you, creator of all that is tasty, beautiful and amazing.  Without you, there would be nothing, to eat, to see or to enjoy. And so when I am in the fields of your making, I sing praise, give thanks and smile a whole lot!

You are God;

there is none

like you.

You are

our provider,

sustainer, creator,

healer, comforter,

redeemer and lover.

Thank you,

Majestic God,

for every day

and every gift.

Love, Andrea