Reflecting on words from Brother Lawrence as we continue to battle laundry and unwanted house guests.  Giving thanks for saints who have gone before and left us words of what the Lord was teaching them and for days when I feel the Lord smoothing out those rough edges and breathing quiet praise as He gives grace for each moment.

Lord of all pots and pans and things, make me a saint by getting meals and washing up the plates. ~ Brother Lawrence

I think of how the brother’s words are not just for dishes and mealtimes, but as I clean and scrub and fold and comb I can become frustrated and hardened or I can bend to His will and become more like the One who came to serve.  I can grumble at the inconvenience or I can give thanks for this thing that He has ordained for me for this time.

I choose grace.  I choose to bend. I choose to give thanks.

To God Alone be the Glory ~

~ Sara