Sunday, September 28, 2025

Dear God,

Yesterday I learned a lesson while I sat on my butt polishing the floor.  Because my husband needed 24-hour care due to fractured vertebrae in his back since April, I never had time or energy to clean and polish  floors.  Because we live in a 200-year-old home, the old wooden floors were so dry that I could hear them soaking up the wax.  As I moved back and forth, I realized how desperate the floors were.  In fact, they were nearly to the point of splintering.  That's when I learned the lesson.

When we don't tend to the most essential of our emotional, psychological and spiritual needs, we are moved to a place where we too can crack and splinter off.  We too are in peril, dry and lifeless.  Yet, when we recognize our need and open ourselves to the life-giving oil of faith, we can sigh aloud drinking in the good stuff that restores and renews us.  We are as needy as those dry floors.

Thank you

for the oil

of faith,

O God.

Thank you

for lessons

we can learn

from the floor.

Teach us

to be attentive

to lessons unfolding

all around us.

Show us

the way

to you.

Love, Andrea