Sweet Hour of Prayer

Three years ago we got new carpet. It has worn quite well considering we have a dirty-little-dustmop-dog at our house.

We have the usual *wear* spots at the top and bottom of the stairs (no carpet on my stairs) but the wear spot that amuses me the most is right beside my bed.

I've always been a prayerful person. Over the years my prayers have matured from *if this isn't right, let something happen* to *what should I do* to *help me accept thy will* to *I am so grateful for thy love, guidance and healing*.

So when I noticed this last summer, and again today when I was vacuuming, it made me happy to find a spot in my *new* carpet that is worn and matted from my Sweet Hour of Prayer.