31-ish Days of Prayer: A Prayer for the Weekend


We sleep in. I rise when my body tells me, but I let them keep on with the dreaming. Sleep washes away the poisons; let them move from delta to theta, from REM to sleep spindle naturally for once…let time do her beautiful work. The sky is white when the bacon begins to sizzle, the fingers of fall rap on the window. I watch a ruby red leaf free fall, eager to return to earth. I put on some music—a certain song on my mind. They come, one by one, and the melodies are Your arms winding around us.  
Thank you for the slow. Thank you for this day. Thank you for the way love has of stretching the days out long before us. Amen.

Comments

  1. Mia says

    Hi Laura
    Yes, every season has its own way of wrapping us in its beauty and telling us that they are gifts from our Pappa above!
    Blessings XX
    Mia

  2. Elizabeth Marshall says

    Laura, I love this so very very much. It is delectable, dripping with a melted butter compound glazed with maple syrup. And all the goodness of your very soul. Sweet, so sweet.

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