![]() ![]() There are duties demanded of me that irk and irritate, dulling the cutting edge of joy in labor. Teach me thy grace in the daily work by which I earn my keep and the keep of those depended upon me. Teach me thy Grace and all the little things of life. There are little deeds of unasked for kindness: a button sewed on, a shared personal delight, a gentle reminder of something that had slipped out of mind. ![]() There are many little tastes: bread, milk, tea, coffee, salt, sugar, meat, all blended to satisfy hunger and to meet bodily demand. There are the little words of every day: simple greetings, yes and no, commonplace expressions of courtesy, minor services of daily routine. My days are surrounded by myriad little things. Teach me Thy Grace in all the little things of life. The following meditation, “Teach Me Thy Grace,” is from Thurman’s Meditations of the Heart. ![]()
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