I will post this poem for myself. To remind me of the job that I chose is something worth more than any recognition the corporate world can give me.
A Mother's Prayer
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 me to be a mom.
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with wooden blocks.
Cooking, cleaning, finding shoes,
And other stuff that children lose.
Fitting lids on bottled bugs,
Wiping tears and giving hugs.
A stack of last week's mail to read-
So where's the time I need?
Yet when I steal a moment, 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 I stoop to kiss
That precious smile.
here's another one
A woman once fretted over the usefulness of her life.
She feared she was wasting her potential being a devoted wife and mother.
She wondered if the time and energy she invested in her husband and children would make a difference. At times she got discouraged because so much of what whe did seemed to go unnoticed and unappreciated. "Is it worh it" She often wondered.
"Is there something better that I could be doing with my time?"
It was during one of these moments of questioning that she heard the still small voice of her heavenly Father speak to her heart.
"You are a wife and mother because that is what I have called you to be."
Much of what you do is hidden from the public eye. " But I notice."
Most of what you give is done without remuneration. "But I am your reward."
Your husband cannot be the man I have called him to be without your support. Your influence upon him is greater than you think and more powerful than you will ever know. I bless him through your service and honor him through your love.
Your children are precious to me.. Even more precious than they are to you. I have entrusted them to your care to raise for me. What you invest in them is an offering to me.
You may never be in the public spotlight, But your obedience shines as a bright
light before me. Continue on. Remember you are MY Servant.
Do all to please me.
by. Roy Lessin
my little girl