Lord God who is spirit, you know how much I hate to shave every morning. Scraping off the stubble from my face irritates more than my skin! Yet, and yet, how many handicapped would enjoy doing those simple movements! And what ease, with foam and three blades set just so, to whisk off the whiskers without much danger to myself. And in hot water to boot. Some even do it electrically! A far cry from years ago when the barber did it for a fee with a long blade.
In the small tasks of life, Lord, even in these you have shown your blessing. How much more so in the eternal things! Through him whose beard grew as well, Amen.
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