Friday, April 6, 2012

Dearest God,

I just wanted to dust the piano.  I wanted to make the place ready for Jesus to come.

For weeks as our choir had processed into the sanctuary for worship, I had seen the dust on the beautiful piano.  Every time I told myself to bring a dust cloth the next time.  I forgot.  But today it was Good Friday, I couldn't let the dust stand for the remembrance service of Jesus' death.

I left home early with a soft flannel piece of a worn pair of Christmas pajamas.  When I arrive no one was in the  sanctuary so I pulled out my cloth and began to dust.  Yet, while dusting I felt a warm love come over me.  The more I dusted, the more love I felt.  It was a no count thing to do, dust the piano, but somehow I felt as if I was preparing for a king's return.  Then I realized I was.

Thank you
for small things
to do
for you.
Thank you
for making me
part of
your journey home.

Love always, Andrea