Wednesday, January 22, 2025

Dear God,

We write our own story every day.  By our words, thoughts and deeds, we find a title.  The question becomes what kind of story do we want to write and for that matter, leave behind?

This thought came to me a few early mornings ago.  As I awakened with snow just outside my window and my handcrafted pottery Christmas tree glowing on the dresser, I began to discuss my story in my own mind.  After several minutes I realized the story I was creating was one of hopelessness.  Within seconds I heard my own voice say this was not God's story in me.  I turned and began to rewrite my story of hope.

Oh, if only we realized what we were doing when we were doing it!  Way too often I am running way ahead of you, Lord, or at least that's what I think I am doing.  I am penning only what I am feeling at the moment without pausing to ask if that was all there was or if there was more I was missing.  As I slow down and pause, I confess that I want my story to be more.  I want my story to be your story in me.  If that is what I really want, then I have to stop, be still, listen, take the outstretched hand and realize there is one pen but two hands.

Only you,

Lord,

speak to us

of higher things.

When we

are listening,

you can speak

powerful words

to us.

You can

help us

write stories

of hope,

reconciliation, transformation

peace and joy.

Let it

be so

in my life,

I pray.

Yours, Andrea