Saturday, May 28, 2011

Dearest God,

Today I got in touch with the finer things in life. I tore my hamstring, at least that's what it felt like when I was trying to push up deep, heavy roots and my shovel handle broke right off knocking me down. On my way down I reinjured that muscle that generally works well for me. I could barely make it into the house, wash the dirt from my gardening body, and start treating the injury.

Rarely do I pause long enough to consider the wonders of the human body. I don't take the time to think about the wondrous way it functions. I have to confess at age 64 I just expect my body to do whatever I deem important to do. Whether cutting down trees, digging out huge roots, or carrying heavy debris up the hill, I think everything will operate just fine. Today I learned AGAIN that while my body can do so much, I have to tenderly care for it and prepare well for big tasks requiring a lot of energy, strength, and long hours. This afternoon I failed.

O Lord,
I fail sometimes.
I don't
consider everything
before I
plunge in.
What can I say?
I love life.
I have
a zeal
and enthusiasm
for life
that puts me
out there
to do whatever
needs doing.
I allow
my mind
and body
to disconnect
and that
at times
gets me
into trouble.
Forgive me,
I pray.
Teach me again
the lessons
of loving care,
quiet reflection,
self responsibility,
and trust.

Love, Andrea