Poems and Ponderings

I pray this from a sister's perspective.

A Mother’s Prayer

Oh, give me patience when tiny hands
Tug at me with their small demands
And give me gentle, smiling eyes;
Keep my lips from sharp replies.
Let not fatigue, confusion or noise
Obscure my vision of life’s fleeting joys
So when, years later, my house is still-
No bitter memories it’s room may fill.

-anonymous

Sometimes fatigue, ( fatigue? I am Never fatigued. Ha.) confusion, and noise (Did I say sometimes and noise in the same breath?) overcome my desire to follow my Lord's commands to joy in His service. Today has been that sorta day..........ahhhhhh.

This is when I need to review this prayer and meditate on I Thess 5:16-18

"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all things for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."

Alleluia, Amen.

I sometimes ponder that I probably won't live here always, I hope to have a home and family of my own. I know I will miss the constant hum of six-year-old-and-under voices, the nightly and daily hugs from little arms, the interesting questions (Lizzie has at least a million stored in that brain of hers) that spill out, and all the other wonderful things that make life pop here at our house. I am so blessed to be the oldest of six children. Thank you, Lord.