Natalia had a 24 hr. stomach thing on Thursday (YUCK, but thankfully it was short-lived), Adam hit a growth spurt early in the week and was eating every 2 hours again, and we've all had a serious case of cabin fever!
Needless to say, I was so thankful for the glimpse of Spring, though it too was short-lived. I just needed the reminder, know what I mean? That, coupled with reaching a milestone last night--Adam went 6 hours, then 4, which meant I was only up at 2 and 6am--put a bit more spring back in my step this morning. I actually felt refreshed!
Throughout this last week though, when I was still in the thick of it, I found this. It comes from a post by Carolyn Mahaney on the Girl Talk blog, and after personalizing it and making it mine, I hung it on my refrigerator.
Here is my version--maybe it'll speak to you too.
Most of my days look pretty much the same.
I get out of bed each morning so I can do everything I did the day before.
I wash the dishes so they can be dirtied again.
I wash and iron the clothes so they can be worn and wrinkled again.
I pick up toys so they can be played with and scattered again.
I mop the floors so they can gather crumbs again.
I cook meals so that I can go to the grocery store again.
I make beds so they can be slept in again.
I wipe noses so they can run again.
I bathe little bodies so they can get dirty again.
I pick up Cheerios from the floor so that they can be spilled again.
Some days I wonder, if I do all I do, only to have it undone, am I really doing anything?
Then I realize that the mundane, repetitive nature of my days is actually full of significant, enduring work. By the grace of God, a home is being built, a family is being knit together, and souls (mine included) are being shaped for eternity.
God sees my laboring—especially what is considered insignificant—and He is pleased when I give it my best attention and effort.
I get out of bed each morning so I can do everything I did the day before.
I wash the dishes so they can be dirtied again.
I wash and iron the clothes so they can be worn and wrinkled again.
I pick up toys so they can be played with and scattered again.
I mop the floors so they can gather crumbs again.
I cook meals so that I can go to the grocery store again.
I make beds so they can be slept in again.
I wipe noses so they can run again.
I bathe little bodies so they can get dirty again.
I pick up Cheerios from the floor so that they can be spilled again.
Some days I wonder, if I do all I do, only to have it undone, am I really doing anything?
Then I realize that the mundane, repetitive nature of my days is actually full of significant, enduring work. By the grace of God, a home is being built, a family is being knit together, and souls (mine included) are being shaped for eternity.
God sees my laboring—especially what is considered insignificant—and He is pleased when I give it my best attention and effort.
God's transforming grace, which impacts my soul (and doesn't hinge on how I feel), does infinitely more than the scent of Spring on my psyche. Amen? :o)
3 comments:
Great poem... how true! And yes, we have even been seeing some signs of spring here too. We have crocuses and snow drops are even blooming!
YAY for sleep! God is so gracious to give us those respites during hard seasons! On a totally different note-we rescheduled our visit to Lancaster for the 8th, so we'll see you then!!!!
Great poem!
Funny, just yesterday Lori and I were talking about that warm weather thing. I was remembering the winter Lisa was born and the first warm day when I took her out for a stroller ride. I felt like I'd been let out of jail or something. It truly refreshed my soul like nothing else had done. I pray that more warm days will come soon for you and for Lori (and for me, ha, ha!!)
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