I started my day early,
Before the room was light.
I lifted my son from his crib
And wished it was still night.
But as I held him close and said,
“Hi, Kenneth, precious one,”
I knew that as I greeted him,
I greeted too God’s Son.
When my daughter woke up later,
Calling, “Mommy! Mommy! Down!”
I picked her up and hugged her
In her worn Elmo nightgown.
I know she felt the closeness
That a mother’s touch affords.
I welcomed not just Ellie,
But so, too, the Lord of Lords.
That day, I mixed some formula
And opened jars of peas.
I fixed some “pizza butter” bread
When she grinned and said, “Pleeeeease.”
I heated up some leftovers;
I had to nuke them twice.
And when I fed my children,
I was feeding Jesus Christ.
I made some funny faces,
And “played puzzles” on the floor.
I dressed kitties, ran around outside,
And played with them some more.
We laughed and jumped and tickled,
Making memories to be stored.
When I spent time with my children,
I spent time with my Lord.
I wiped up sticky cereal
And washed the dishes clean.
I straightened, picked up, put away,
And dusted in between.
I did six loads of laundry
And folded it like new.
When I cleaned for my children,
I cleaned for my Savior, too.
When my children were both crying,
I held them in my arms.
I cuddled them and whispered
That I’d keep them safe from harm.
I told them how their Father saved them
With His perfect Lamb.
When I comforted my children,
I comforted I AM.
Later on that evening,
I put them in the bath.
I washed their little bodies
As they kicked around and splashed.
I dried them in soft towels
And put their jammies on.
When I had washed my children’s feet,
I’d washed the Holy One.
I cooked and cleaned and rearranged,
Made beds and taught and played.
I made sure that we had food to eat
And that we often prayed.
I died to self. I made a home
From ordinary things.
But when I served my children,
I served the King of Kings.
To some, I have done nothing,
But to two, I’ve done the world.
I made eternal difference
To my precious boy and girl,
And to the One who watches over
Every pathway that I’ve trod.
For when I’ve loved my precious children,
I’ve loved Almighty God.
I was searching for a website for encouragement, I am a Mother of only two, they are 19months apart, a 3 1/2 girl and a son who will be 2 in Feb.
My daughter is VERY VERY VERY strong willed, with consistent discipline this child does nothing, taking toys, spanking, time outs, it doesn’t really matter. People have told me she is add, I’m not sure what’s going on but I know that she isn’t listening and she at times is the PERFECT child but most often EVERYTHING is a fight, I’m exhausted and I have been snapping at everyone and yelling in frustration, I hate to even admit it because I know better, I wasnt’ raised this way and I haven’t been raising her this way until about a month ago.
I am worn out, exhausted and beyond my wits end, I’m just not sure what to do anymore, I pray over her every night, I have tried to teach her kindly and softly but she seems to hear it but never apply it.
I found this in looking for encouraging words through a internet search and as I read these words I just cried out in repentance for my behavior, and in hopes and efforts that I will try again kindly and calmly, heres to hoping something changes soon!
Thank you so much for posting these beautiful words!
Hugs, precious mom. I know it’s hard. May God grant you wisdom and endurance beyond what you can ask or imagine. And remember–strong-willed is good; it just needs to be trained up for God’s purposes. You’re doing all you can, and He will make it be enough.
Hi,
I’m sitting here crying after reading such uplifting words. I prayed I would find some encouragement in this busy time for me. I am finding I am not as patient with my children as I need to be. I am looking for God’s encouragement and I found it here. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
I’m so glad I could help. You’re welcome.
This is an awesome poem its very touching
Thank you!