Made my bed this morning—again. Most very morning, unless not at home, I make my bed, 365 days a year. When I swept the kitchen this morning, I knew it wouldn’t be the last time. I put on a load of towels in the washer, knowing it would need to be done again next week. Do you sometimes feel as if life is pretty much doing the same thing over and over until you die? These thoughts reminded me of the writings of the 17th century monk, Brother Lawrence, who saw God glorified in every service, whether in washing dishes, cooking or repairing his brothers’ sandals. “We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed” (The Practice of the Presence of God).
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Briefly Speaking is full of hope and encouragement--that's my goal. I'm a professional writer who promises you sometimes funny, sometimes thought-provoking comment on my life in horse country in north Texas and on what's happening in the world at large. View all posts by Sheila Graham