Good Evening, God!
This photos of a mist covered lake in the Pyrenees was sent by dear friends as they hike in those mountains. I love this lake. It makes me think of my deep Inner Sea . . . a sea filled with all my unshed tears after our daughter Patty died — 35 years ago.
For several years I felt as if that sea was frozen. On my surface the ground was warm. The soil could support joyful flowers. But it could not support trees. Trees need deep roots into unfrozen ground.
I can see YOU in this image — Your Holy Spirit — hovering over the waters. And Look, God! The water is flowing; the lake is no longer frozen! We heal! And we can look back and see You there . . . hovering over me and sometimes holding me . . .Thank You.
And Thanks Be to the friends You sent me . . . to literally walk along side me. To break bread with me . . . and to help the flowers bloom.