Yesterday did not happen as planned;
but isn't that the way of most of love/life?!
Instead of working in 'purple room'
we trucked down back-roads looking for filler for outdoor winter-urns,
(after looking at appointments, weather and schedules and realizing today is the best day)
Resulting in a job for grand-sonny, who took washing Grandpa's truck very seriously
(until he realized it was more fun to point it at Grandma and listen to her shriek😁😂)
( so, indoor plans turned to outdoor art
...and we return to to-do lists today, Lord willing)
So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do,
do it all for the glory of God.
1 Cor.10:31
Day folded ere the work was through
(seems there is always much to do)
The challenge to prioritize
Trains jockeys of all shapes and size
My, my, the momentum of day
Can ease a whole lifetime away
Where what now keeps us on our toes
Will all be stilled at curtain-close
Thus we with humble heart and soul
Should re-evaluate our goal
As highs and lows of joy and strife
Become the story of our life
For the handshake of Father Time
Is brief at best, this crest we climb
But a threshold before a door
That opens into Evermore
...and death will win want’s raging bull
Snuff the red cape of push and pull
As the footwork of matadors
No longer sparks spectator’s roars
...where mist-exhale of day-to-day
In one last breath is done away
And we return from whence we came
With nothing but our given name
© Janet Martin
I've always loved this somber hymn
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