Old slippers...

The best moment of each day is coming home and putting on my old slippers.  It is peaceful and quiet in the house, and the stress and cares of life are shed along with the work clothes and the contact lenses.  I settle into my spot on the sofa, sometimes start a fire in the fireplace, and truly relax for a couple of hours before I head to bed.  My home is my sanctuary, and I love to be at home.

My old slippers are not a thing of beauty.  They are serviceable, they are warm and comfortable, but they have had a hard life.  They have been through the wash and spun around a few times, and they are misshapen and no longer fluffy.  Sort of like me, really.

I am grateful for the slippers, and I am grateful to be here still, a grandmother, mother, wife and daughter.  Some people don't get the luxury of knowing old age.  They don't get to settle into their body and the more quiet life of maturing years.  It is a tragedy to lose a life that is not fully lived, and that could have, should have, been me.  If not for the miracle of modern medicine, I would have been gone several times over, a distant memory in the minds of those who love me.

In Psalm 91:16 God speaks to us,

"With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation."

This is not a promise that we will wake up tomorrow on this mortal plane.  It is, instead, a promise that God will always be there with his eternal grace, if only we trust in him and put ourselves in his hands.

Dear Lord, thank you for the comfort of my old slippers, and for the life I live today.  I am filled with gratitude that I have the opportunity to wake up each morning, and enjoy my quiet life.  Amen.