Aprons and New Mercies
She came with a stack, of once old rags … now made aprons.
Little uniforms tied around to teach service to another generation.
Little aprons used to stand side by side and help one another… to learn from each other.
She brought them because she needed help.
Her faith waning in the short days … the darkness taking up more of her day.
She brought aprons in exchange … could we stand beside her and help.
She brought us aprons which had been tied tight around the generations… a simple request…
…will you help me?
Too much hurting in her aging body which runs well on sun and sinks low with the short days.
For the moment, her faith worn around the edges… she needed to soak in a different Son.
“Could the children pray for me?”
So they gathered around her on the sofa she gave us years ago… when I was young I thought it was what a king would sit on.
The same place she would pray for me when I was young…with the same aprons I had worn.
Generations tied tight in a Royal heritage.
With chipper voices they went before a throne…their hands on her shoulders, lifting her up.
“Lord we know you are God who hears our prayers…. We know you can do impossible things and make them possible….We know….”
They had more then enough faith to share with her… they know no different.
So with a fabric of service tied around waists and faith to share they surrounded her.
A legacy continued.
It’s never about how clean your home is... how old you are…it’s about
Giving it back.
Being Willing to Receive his new mercies every morning.
even when it looks like laundry.