AMEN

I take the term, "Pray without ceasing" to heart.

So when it comes to nighttime prayers, they are short! " Thank you God for my bed, and electricity."

However, this week, there was one evening that required a "Thank you Jesus, my sheets smelled like Gator-Bone lake!" The lake of my childhood, so I pulled the sheets up to my chin, and sniffed away. Well they did not smell like the lake! they smelled like the sheets on the beds at the lake!!! with a dash of Noxzema!

Of course Bill said, " What are you doing?" and I preceded to tell him about the sheet smell. It was a beautiful thing, to instantly be returned to a time and place, of laughter, sunshine, cousins and clean, probably cheap! sheets. There were many bunk beds, housing all of us. There were no blankets, just you and the sheet, carefully spread across sunburned bodies of very tired children. There was no TV, no video games, only the rule to play outside until the adults call you.

The lake held us all day, and tucked us in at night.

And some forty years later, my sheets, took me back.

So on this one special night, before I closed my eyes, my prayer was, "Thank you God for my bed, and electricity and most of all for my Kate Spade expensive sheets, that smell like the lake!"(Do you think it has something to do with the thread count??)

Amen