With little time to stop and pray,
For life's been anything but calm
Since you called me to be a Mom.
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with wooden blocks,
Cooking cleaning, finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose.
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs,
A stack of last week's mail to read
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet, when I steal a moment, Lord,
Just at the sink or ironing board,
To ask the blessings of Your grace,
I see then, in my small one's face,
That you have blessed me all the while
And I stoop to kiss that precious smile. - Author Unknown
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1 comment:
ahhh.....Love it! My post tonight was about this very thing. Mine was just not so eloquently said!
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