I am wrapping up my week. I’m flat on my back on the floor. Doing a little stretching, a little thinking, and breathing deep in my thoughts. My gardening week was helping me to keep my engine going. When I garden I’m in my essence. It’s my joyful place. I am thinking about nothing but the task I’m involved in. I’m probably scooting inside or along the outside of a garden bed on my gardening rump cushion. About as close as one can get to the soil. It’s where I loose myself in the task at hard. Then a 🐜 bites me and my reality comes into focus. But the point is, nothing in the world can harm me or distract me when I’m gardening. Time is of no matter. I’m immersed in creating and tending and digging and making everything look all new again. It’s a journey I treasure each time I’ve a new assignment. Then… there are the people whose gardens I tend. What are they doing when I’m gardening for them. My connections with them are generally brief, but we each are on our given missions.
At the end of my week I think about the tasks, the people, the gardens I cared for, and since it is now evening time, I bring my tiny efforts to my creator and I pray for those whose gardens and lives I may have touched during this week.
•••• my evening prayer ••••
Dear Lord, tonight I pray for everyone who might be needing hope, your strength and your encouragement.
Please come to each one of them now. I offer this prayer now that you would work in their hearts. Dry any tears. Take away their fears. Be their healer, their comforter and provide for each one. You know who is struggling and you even know their names. Please bring them your compassion and your mercy. May they all feel your presence like never before. In your holy name Jesus, I pray. Thank you for my full and wonderfully powerful week.
A M E N