Saturday, February 22, 2020

Dear God,

As I cleaned, stained and oiled the mistreated vintage furniture, I thought of you.  When you look at us, sometimes beaten up and broken, not well cared for, scratched and cracked, you sit with us mending our broken places, feeding and nourishing us and giving us the oil of gladness.  We too are made beautiful, valuable once again and healthy, ready for daily life.

We don't very often pause to reflect upon your mercy in our lives.  We don't give thanks, praise and blessing to you for all your many gifts to us.  We are distracted, busy and thoughtless.  We fail to remember we are children of God, children who are loved, cherished and held.  We forget whose we are and who cares more deeply than any other.

There are so many ways you speak to us of life, wisdom and love.  Today the old furniture spoke of the ways of eternity.

Glory to you,
Lord of Heaven.
Thank you
for daily reminders
of your
tender mercy.
Thank you
for all things
that speak
your holy word.
Teach us
to listen
and listen well.
For in listening
a whole well
of joy
opens up
to us.

Love, Andrea