A Thought and a Prayer
For May 12
A Thought
I felt my basket dropping, so I did what any recovering good girl would.
I piled pots and pans in the sink, grabbed every form of Bar Keeper’s Friend they make,
and scrubbed until everything came loose.
I sobbed until the burn marks faded and
felt something heal when my daughter said, “Wow, Mom, they look brand new.”
And I wondered if God looks at us like stainless steel,
Scorching ourselves on repeat
Capable of shining again.
A Prayer
May the seedlings I planted take root
May they find the ground welcoming
May I be a loyal caretaker
May the sun shine on them more often than not
And may the rain fall gently
As they grow, may I know that they are not mine
They are just in my care for a season
Help me behold every new leaf unfolding
Every flower appearing
Every sign of fruit
Help me see what needs support
And what needs to find its own wild vining
Beautiful. Perhaps your next book is one of poems and prayers? I would love that.
Beth, my mom often said of parenting (there were 6 of us in 9 years): Parenting is the only job in the world where if you do it right you work yourself right out of work. If you are fortunate, your children will like you as adults.”
I have absolutely no doubt your daughters will cherish their adult relationships with you and Chad.
You really do have this. 💕