At the time the disciples came to Jesus and said, "Who then is greatest in the kingdom of heaven?" and He called a child to Himself and set him before them, and said, "Truly I say to you, unless you are converted and become like children, you will not enter the kingdom of heaven. Whoever then humbles himself as this child, he is the greatest in the kingdom of heaven. And whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me.. (Matthew 18:1-5)
Today was a long day. Nothing really different. Just maybe too many of the "same" kind of days, one right after the other. I am weary. I must keep strong. There's the schoolwork, the housework, the "dinner" work.... Our children do a lot of chores which helps, but there is still and always more to do... more and more. I keep reminding myself that one day I will miss this craziness. I know I will and I am so thankful I am aware of it now. This is a gift of the Spirit. It stops me in mid task and compels me to reach for a hug from that little cowboy running past me with a sword. It stops me from answering with a quick, "no" when as soon as I crack an egg.. the footsteps skip through the kitchen, "ooo.. can I help you cook, Mama?" It helps me be okay with, "I want to stoke the fire" while embers and ash are scattering all over my floor.
My oldest turns ten this month. I have been a mother for almost a decade, now. These are and have been sacred years. Jesus knows just how sacred they are...but not in that we, as parents, must make best use of our time to pour into THEM (which is still very important, don't get me wrong).....but that we, as parents, must make the best use of the time we have with our children and their influence as they pour into US. ..whoever receives one such child in My name receives Me...
yes, sacred years.
Six Years Old -jp
brown eyes, wavy hair
dancing around
with the dandelions...not a care
lying in the grass staring up at the bright blue sky
she's too young to learn what "pretty is"
old enough to know just who she is
and that she is..right. where. she. belongs.
every day a treasure
every day adventure
oh, to see life through these eyes
oh, to see life through these eyes
oh, the beauty to behold
when I grow up.....
I want to be six years old.
six years old
ball cap on his head
hanging real close
because that's what his mother said
while he's running through the back woods
with nothing but his trusty dog
he's too young to have a fear of failure
old enough to crave a little danger
because that's what keeps him brave
and what makes him strong
every day a treasure
every day adventure
oh, to see life through these eyes
oh, to see life through these eyes
oh, the stories to be told
when I grow up....
I want to be six years old.
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