Has any one loved you enough to give you the promise of a full body massage
in the form of a gift card that you could use any time you wanted to?
Typically, I am given one once a year.
Birthday or Christmas. Either one will do for me.
I redeemed one today.
It was quite wonderful.
Now I don't know what sort of pampering things you do for yourself,
but for me,
this is it.
Once a year.
(At least for now.)
I don't get "mani's" or "pedi's" or whatever it is many of you girls do,
but I am blessed to have friends who love me
and think of me enough to gift me
this absolutely wonderful experience...
I have a friend who, she and her husband, get massages once a month together.
Must be nice!
This particular franchise (where I got the massage) believes in
"Making Massage Part Of Your Wellness Plan".
Pretty darn smart huh!
I mean, in this day and age, everyone is health and wellness conscious!
People are stressed to the hilt and working more and more
hours, doing whatever it takes to get ahead.
Marketing massages as a wellness plan...
I have had a handful of these sessions
(each with different businesses)
and have never been disappointed.
Here is what it's like for me...
A little uncomfortable when I first walk in,
then suddenly a peaceful relaxing atmosphere
(usually with a running waterfall somewhere in sight or at least within audible range),
quickly soothes the discomfort.
These places just give off this very calm and cool vibe.
Kind of the same way watching the Barefoot Contessa on the food network makes me feel.
Doesn't she just make you want to lie down and take a nap?
I just want this atmosphere in my home...
Oh wait... never mind... I have kids.
So that's why these places exist.
Thank you Lord.
As I begin to clear my mind and enter the dimly lit room
smelling of Mint and Rosemary (YUM),
I realize the quality of time I am being given
and quickly bow my head in humble thankfulness.
An hour later, I feel a little bit like I just woke up from a dream.
It takes me a minute to get my bearings and then I get up.
Throw my clothes back on.
And I open the door and step out into the hall,
to find the masseuse standing there sweetly
with a glass of water and she says to me,
"I hope you enjoyed it."
I can say nothing except,
"You have great hands."
Thank you Lord for gifting others with great hands!