At 5:45 this morning i was in the shower shaving my legs when suddenly the ludicrousness of it hit me. It was the coldest morning of the year. I certainly wasn't going to wear a dress to church. Why in the world was i shaving my legs? well, half of them - that's all i though the new razor could handle. So I mulled over this for a little while. was it just that I couldn't stand it anymore? And then realized no, I'm a lector this morning at the 7:30 mass and i just wanted to seem my best in order to read the word of God, even though no one else would know, I would know. So then I began to pray so that I could read the word correctly, and I prayed for the people who would listen to the word; I prayed for Father as he made his morning preparations and continued to pray as I finished up my own ablutions. I feel too sorry for my husband having to live these hairy legs. At least he has a wife who can turn the most mundane task into a prayer. Besides, he doesn't feel them through my flannel pajamas.
Yeah, it's like those medieval stone-cutters doing the details on the tops of cathedrals: stuff that only God would see. Not that your leg looks like a gargoyle or something. I'd better just stop here. :-)
I'd shave my legs for Jesus too! You might like my article The KM Finds God Amongst the Pots and Pans! Same thing, pray, pray, pray!
Blessings
the Kitchen Madonna