In all things

Posted on Oct 15, 2011 | Tags: | Comments (0)

Little voices raised in frustration
Biting, taunting and caveman-like grunting without cessation
The daily interactions I observe
Are a constant strain on this mother's nerves
But peace is an inward place
Not an outward condition
If it weren't I would forever remain in the fetal position
My life is like a mirror
I must be a doer and not just a hearer
And give thanks in all things,
Less focused on the feelings they bring,
For if I face the sun I will reflect its rays
But to face my own sorrow would be to take away
What I was created for
His Glory and nothing more
So I will rejoice in each little infraction
As my soul finds satisfaction
In training them up in the way they should go
Bearing each "that's mine!" and every "I told you so!"
But Lord help me on the days I am weak
When the tears are rolling and I'm unable to speak
Or when my anger threatens the tranquility I strive to keep in this home
When all I want to do is steal away to finish a poem
When housework and bedtime battles never cease
Grant me the faith to praise you despite my unbrushed teeth
Encourage my soul to know despite our messy ways
In all things I can give you praise