Saturday, March 6, 2010

Dear God,

I have been hired to work on a table and chairs, to sand, clean and paint them. I started on them as I had energy. On Saturday I finished sanding and cleaning. I took off a layer of scratches revealing even deeper mars in the wood. However, I know when I start painting, the black color will hide the cuts and make for a lovely kitchen set.

As I worked, I thought of how you work on us, on me. Your tools are a bit different but you do the same thing. You rub out the blemishes and flaws and clean us up as you go. You work to restore and renew us, bringing out some natural beauty hidden by the yuck of life. Only you can make us beautiful once again.

More and more I recognize your wondrous activity in our lives. More often than not, we don't even notice. Certainly we don't give you credit. We go along life's journey and rarely stop to think about how we have come as far as we have. But when we do it is always a cause for celebration and praise.

Thank you
for working
on me,
Great Potter.
You take
the clay
of my life
and then
reshape and
remould me.
You rub out
my imperfections
when I
say yes.
You bring
a new hue
to my existence.
I am
so grateful.

Love, Andrea