How prone I am to forget.
That is why, I'm sure,
you give me days like these.
These are the mercy-filled days.
Days of illness, exhaustion,
disguised as unwelcome visitors
sent to remind me
how much I need you.
Thank you for this weary and failing body
that keeps me looking to you for strength,
reminding me that I am not necessary,
although I like to think
If I never lived these days
compassion would never sprout wings on my tired shoulders
causing me to extend grace,
I would miss the opportunity to receive kindness
ministering angels, sent by your hand
Love in action, displayed in the needful moments of living,
poured out freely
through your earthen vessels, the beloved,
My comfort rests in role of giver,
but today you ask me to receive.
Wash me Lord Jesus; not just my feet, but all of me.
I would never know the rest to be found
only in you;
in the quiet places meant for weary souls and fragile bodies
if the unwelcome visitor never stopped by.
Thank you for the time to heal.