Sometimes I Forget

Sometimes I forget to taste my food.

I’ve even forgotten what wheat tastes like.

Sometimes I forget that my children are all very young,

That the oldest is young enough to still fear the dark.

Sometimes I forget to hug my husband,

And that my best weapon is prayer, my shield is the God who sees!

Sometimes I forget that I do a good job,

That the children will not remember a swept floor, a well thought out meal.

Sometimes I forget my manners, my patience, my happy countenance

But my Jesus, my Joy

He is my witness

Sometimes I forget

He never forgets

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Curly Cucumber Coil

 

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Another Attempt- Macro Monday

My title could be very telling if you allow it some depth of reason!  Are Macro and Mom synonyms?  I wish I was a centipede.

 One of the major struggles I have in my life is to remember to stop and smell the flowers! 

I look at everything through a “macro” lens of critical thoughts and suspicion.  It is such an easy thing to do especially with small children. Instead of feeling blessed by the “quality” time included in picking up multiples of puzzle pieces from several dumped puzzles I get frustrated and overwhelmed.  I need to stop and consider my blessings and enjoy my darling children.

 I found this encouragement on a magnet, author unknown…

EXCUSE This House

Some houses try to hide the fact that children shelter there: Ours boasts of it quite openly, the signs are everywhere.

For smears are on the windows, little smudges on the doors; I should apologize, I guess, for toys strewn on the floor.

But I sat down with the children and we played and laughed and read, and if the doorbell doesn’t shine their eyes will shine instead.

For when I have to choose between the one job or the other, though I need to cook and clean, first I’ll be a mother.

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The Fate of the Green Tomato

I do have four beautiful children but the Bubba being at the ripe precocious age of two is such a fun subject when I can observe him at “work”.  I had another rare opportunity this week to catch some of that spirit on camera.

Playing “Tars”

I thought it would be fun to join in on Macro Monday’s at Lisa’s Chaos. Bubba will kick off the fun this week with a car and his big blue eyes!