As you lay your weary head into your hands
and pray that they sleep,
As you wash the plastics and cut the lunches
to do it all again tomorrow,
As you attempt to reason with children
whose reason has all been used up
by others during the day,
As you place another load of clothes in the washer
and fold the load from yesterday,
May you know that this endless monotony
is not in vain,
May you receive boundless patience
and overwhelming love
in the face of seeming ingratitude,
May you have glimpses of the seed that you are sowing
the woman she will be
the man he has in his future
because of your faithfulness
with the mundane,
May you give yourself grace
and not hold yourself to exacting standards
of tidiness,
creativity,
and self-control,
May you hug tight,
laugh loud and long, and cherish
those you have been given,
Amen
I love your blessings! So beautiful. xx
Lovely! It’s not until your children are grown and no longer want a hug or to hold your hand that realise the mundane moments are probably some of the precious moments that we have /had! That every moment is like bricks in a wall.
Beautiful Jodie