". . .and I had to do a very exact work of putting a frail part of a watch--the balance, for instance--into the movement, I prayed, 'Lord Jesus, will You lay Your hand on my hand?' He always did, and our joined hands worked securely. Jesus never fails us for a moment."
It has been difficult returning to routine after being ill. The cold keeps me in bed a little longer in the morning and shoos me away from plans to go to the grocery store or return to the gym. My stomach growls, but nothing is appealing. I sip tea and watch the dust motes slide on a sun beam.
"Lord Jesus, will You lay Your hand on my hand?"
What we did is this. I set the timer. Fifteen minutes. If I work for fifteen minutes, I can take a break. And then another ten. . .or fifteen. And then another.
And He joined His hand to mine.
It took longer than usual, but the piano had a bath, the shiny black laquer mirrors a tidy room in the late afternoon sun, and the kitchen has been put to rights. Even the spices lined up in neat rows. I sigh me in contentment.
" I experienced the miracle that the highest potential of God's love and power is available to us in the trivial things of every day life."
~Corrie ten Boom, In My Father's House