Dear Lord, a few days ago
I got out my sewing machine
and hemmed an old nightgown
that had caught in the washing machine
which tore many holes in it
near the bottom.
It’s been a while
since I’ve used the machine
and I had to read the directions
again to thread it.
Is that too trivial
to bother you with, Lord?
Your presence calms me.
It puts things in perspective.
Thank you for being with me. Amen.
If you indeed cry out for insight and raise your voice for understanding; if you seek it like silver, and search for it as for hidden treasures – – then you will understand the fear of the Lord and find the knowledge of God.
Dear Lord, dandelions line the paths.
Children pick them for bouquets for mother.
Big brother delights in showing
how to curl stems in water.
Dandelions are the gold of childhood.
Violets and forget-me-nots
continue to give cheer
as daffodils fade.
Dear Lord, the succession of flowers
reminds us of your continuous care.
Thank you, Lord, for your love. Amen.
Song of Solomon 2:12-13
The flowers appear on the earth; the time of singing has come, and the voice of the turtledove is heard in our land. The fig tree puts forth its figs, and the vines are in blossom; they give forth fragrance.
O Lord, we moved to this retirement home,
as my husband says,
“for our three stages of decay.”
Here they call it “continuous care:
independent living, assisted living, and nursing care.”
Whatever we call it, we look forward
to being with you in new ways.
Give us courage, Lord.
Do not let us use physical decline
as an excuse for being grouchy and difficult.
Rather let us be conduits
for your Spirit of Love.
“This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.”
Hymn: Stand By Me
his is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you.”foryour Srd.
Do not let physical decline
In the church we attend, Lord,
we have three different hymnals
in the pew rack along with a Bible.
And the words of the hymns are shown
on several screens around the sanctuary.
We sing with gusto.
Our choir has an anthem in the middle
of the service and sings
at the beginning and end.
Your presence pervades, Lord.
The preaching is thought provoking.
We go forth renewed.
Guide and lead us in the week ahead. Amen.
Sing praises to the Lord, O you his faithful ones, and give thanks to his holy name.
A rainy day, Lord. April showers.
We need these days to keep things running.
Tasks put off in fine weather.
Now is the time to get them done;
mending, washing clothes, cleaning.
Not fun. But needed in the scheme of things.
Also a time for memories of other days
when Grandparents hovered over us
and now hover from above.
Grandpas taught us how to lose
at Chinese checkers and dominoes
and still be nice about it.
Grandmas showed us how to cut up chickens
and dry dishes with a towel.
Rainy days remind us, Lord,
of your surrounding presence.
“You have made known to me the ways of life; you will make me full of gladness with your presence.”
Yahweh, Most High God,
forgive us for being cheeky
instead of humble.
Your Son taught us to call you Father,
and we have gotten carried away
with our own self-importance.
We are your imperfect children, Lord.
You forgive us daily for faults
of which we are unaware.
And yet, you love us still.
Jesus called us “brothers”
(and with interpretation “sisters”).
Thank you, Most High God,
for allowing us into your family.
“Pray then in this way, Our Father in heaven, hallowed be your name.”
But he said to them, “My mother and my brothers are those who hear the word of God and do it.”
Another appointment with my eye doctor, Lord.
Will she pronounce me well
or am I a chronic case?
Getting older makes the outcome less assured.
I’ve seen her off and on for 20 years.
She took my former doctor’s place.
My eyes have been looked after,
and lately an infection,
which I hope is overcome.
I enjoy seeing her, but I’d rather be well.
Give me reassurance, Lord,
that in the end all will be well.
The Lord is my strength and my shield; in him my heart trusts; so I am helped, and my heart exults, and with my song I give thanks to him.