Wednesday, November 25, 2020

Dear God,

Today I pressed my body to the limit.  I painted a tiny bathroom squeezing myself into very small places to get behind the toilet tank.  I had to use my shoulders, arms and hands in ways that brought so much arthritic pain to the point of tears and I don't cry over such things.  Finally, I couldn't take any more and I had to lie down and stay down resting my body.  I realized once again how I push my body beyond its careful boundaries.

O God, I confess I want to do what I have always done.  I have a lot of energy, passion, interests, determination and hard work inside me.  I love to do, whatever it is.  I love to make things beautiful, even small bathrooms.  Yet, I stretched myself too far.

Frequently, I balk at your gentle whisperings of taking tender care of my body.  I still think I can do more.  I fail to listen to you and to follow your leading.  I simply do my will, not yours and I am sorry.

Thank you,

Loving God,

for gracious mercy.

Thank you

for gentle rest

that heals

and makes whole.

Thank you

for loving unconditionally

even when

I am

not listening

or following.

Love, Andrea