11/27 Exchange Club prayer of Dad’s: Remind us that you have answered many of our prayers – that our tears and worries often never happen. Teach us how to live without stress – to live just one day at a time – content to enjoy life as it comes and to be ever grateful for the blessings that are ours.
No “Amen,” no Heavenly Father, no real introduction. The most logical year for this would be a more recent one, 2012. The year before Dad was diagnosed with cancer. His handwriting is different here. It is less formal and that I attribute to being on some kind of pain.
Rushing was not something Dad ever did…ever. He was always dependable, on time, reliable. Thomas the Tank engine reliable. Years of catching the Illinois Central out to the ‘burbs in Chicago polished that habit, already present.
What habits am I polishing…one day at a time? Polishing silver is an activity I do this time of year. The amount of tarnish accumulated inside the little blue flannel bags is not huge, but it requires “elbow grease” as Grandma K used to say.
This season there are a million gadgets available to save us the mess of elbow grease. But, using elbow grease allieves stress. Focusing on one intricately hammered and designed edge of a platter reminds me of many things, helping order my thoughts.
Of course, it ruins your hands, but that is why you use plastic gloves. Another dying unpopular product that used to be a staple in any home.