Friday, December 14, 2007

The days are just a blurr




Dear Lord,
it's such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm
Since You called on me to be a mom
Running errands, matching socks
Building dreams with building blocks
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children lose
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of lasts weeks mail to read
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessing of Your grace
I see then, in my small one's face
That you have blessed me
All the while
And to stop to kiss
That precious smile
: Author anonymous

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