to radiate with love for Thee
that my whole house might be an altar to Thy glory.
As I make the beds, help me
to smooth the wrinkles of anxiety and fear
from my face, and learn to trust more in Thee.
As I wash the dishes, teach me
to think of it as washing away the sins of the day
and to remember that Thy favorite detergent is penance.
As I bake an apple pie, remind me
to flavor my life with good fruit, some spice, sweetness
and just enough crust to give it purpose and meaning.
O Lord, it isn’t that I bring Thee down
to the level of homely things, but that I raise them
to Thy level of godliness.
~ Author Unknown