A Proverb Prayer and Cinnamon Roll Memory

Father,
You have given me ears to hear and eyes to see,
May my ears be open to the cry of the poor and the helpless,
May I have a generous eye and give unsparingly,
I would be a doer of righteousness and justice,
A follower of righteousness and mercy,
A seeker of wise counsel,
May I walk in integrity,
A man of a pure heart and gracious words,
A hearer, knower, hider, sharer, doer of Your Word,
My trust is in You.
Amen.
-From my personal meditation on Proverbs 20-22

During a sleepless night my mind journeyed back to the bitter cold winter mornings I experienced growin up in Michigan. While most were still snuggled up warm in bed, I was up and out the door early to deliver the weekend newspaper. Snow piled high and my breath like a thick cloud that went before me. Oh, what a welcome sight, on the occassion my Dad had worked the midnight shift, to see him, in his truck, coming down the street. So thankful for his helping hand and then the special treat..hot, fresh from the bakery, cinnamon rolls drippin with glaze. I can still remember what it felt like to hold that warm box in my cold hands and bringing it close to my nose and breathing in deeply...the warmth and smell seemed to penetrate every pore in my body and the taste...pleasure beyond description. Sweet, precious memory of my Dad...always with me, always a part of me.