Let my hands perform his bidding, let my feet run his ways. (Hymn, All for Jesus)
Often in my morning prayers are the words to Jesus, 'Where you lead I will go.' and again he led me to the nursing home with a bunch of daphne and my little dog in hand, just to wander about and bring some joy to people. As I went around those seated in the lounge room there were many wanting to smell the daphne and the responses flowed. One said ' What a blessing, I smelt the daphne and I saw my mother.' Another, 'I smelt the daphne and was right back in my garden.' The joy and delight that memories bring but I noticed one lady in a day bed, nothing moving except her eyes and I approached her with my little dog and sat her on this ladies knee and ever so slowly her feeble hand reached out and held her paw, she stroked the paw and I saw a faint smile break on the ladies face and for a moment she connected with me and the little dog and I heard a still quiet voice within say, ' Let your hands perform his bidding and your feet run his ways.'
May the peace of God fill your life every single day. Anne, servant of the Lord.
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