Wednesday, October 8, 2025

Dear God,

I love to wake up early in the morning to see the moon making its arc across the sky.  When I crawl into bed at night, the moon is high in the sky just to my left.  Then when I rise up, I watch as it begins to move to my right until it gets lost in the trees and dips below the horizon.

Every day there are miracle happenings not only in the sky but all around us.  When tree colors change from green to red, yellow or gold, I remember the power of creation, divine creation.  I love the fact that no two sunrises or sunsets are the same.  There is always something fresh and new.  At times it is though the paint is still fresh on the canvas and I am in awe.

In the quiet, black night skies, I can watch the twinkle of magnificent snow-white stars and then watch them fade, making space for that glorious ball of fire that will light the skies making all things visible to the naked eye.  Every morning I witness one miracle after another and all I can whisper is "Glory, glory, glory to you, Loving God, glory to you!"

Sometimes we pray

for a miracle,

O God,

and we fail

to see 

one unfolding.

Forgive us

when we

do not

pay attention.

Draw us

into you

more and more,

Gracious God.

Help us see

the new day dawning.

Yours, Andrea