My So-Called Homeschool

Found this at Blest With Sons — made me cry so I thought I’d share it:

For all these smallnesses
I thank you, Lord;

small children
and small needs;
small meals to cook,
small talk to heed,
and a small book
from which to read
small stories;
small hurts to heal,
small disappointments, too,
as real
as ours;
small glories
to discover
in bugs,
pebbles,
flowers.

When day is through
my mind is small,
my strength is gone;
and as I gather
each dear one
I pray, “Bless each
for Jesus’ sake -
such angels sleeping,
imps awake!”
What wears me out
are little things;
angels minus
shining wings.
Forgive me Lord,
if I have whined-
it takes so much
to keep them shined;
yet each small rub
has its reward,
for they have blessed me.

Thank you,
Lord

untitled by Ruth Bell Graham - from Collected Poems

“Forgive me Lord, if I have whined . . .” Can you even image Ruth Graham whining? In every picture I’ve seen, she was beaming. I’m sure she is now.