Now is a sequence of little love-letters
unfolding and folding in sacred synchronicity!
My granddaughter's grin yesterday as her mommy surprised her
with an unexpected visit (aka break for momma) to gramma's house
This morning's poem was penned amidst much Now unfolding, such as
a frustrated and discouraged daughter asking for prayers
for wisdom and patience as she parents,
especially a three year old daughter whose endless curiosity and energy
results in the most unpredictable episodes.
Yesterday said grand daughter watched ever-so-closely as gramma put in her contact lenses.
This morning while her mommy was busy with baby brother
she decided to try to clean mommy's contacts!!
Last week after her mommy glazed some meatloaf for supper, and
was helping Big Brother with some reading,
this opened a window of opportunity
to slather leftover glaze on the stove burner!
Other recent episodes, often harmless but patience trying...
let's see how much toilet paper fits in a drain.
let's get out all my summer clothes because the snow melted!!!
let's use mom's real taco -seasoning in my toy kitchen while I'm cooking!
(and this gal moves faster than the Tasmanian devil in the old bugs bunny cartoons😂😂)
These episodes are most often followed with a very penitent little girl saying
"I'm thorry, mommy for'...
and then its hard for mommy to stay cross for very long after😅💓
Dear mommies and daddies, don't give up.
After prayer-folded hands, a loving and firm hand
is the best thing you can give your children!
(Dear older moms and dads,
let's remember to pray faithfully for younger parents!
because, do you remember the unrelenting challenge
of parenting little children?!!)
Let's pray they may have the wisdom, the patience
and the courage to do the hard parenting!
Every stage of Now, no matter how old we are
seems to run rife with life's challenges/lessons!
By God's goodness and mercy aka grace, we go...
Lessons learned through laughter and tears
Tune tides soon turned to yesteryears
How swift sterling sunrises set
The stage unfurling folds of ‘yet’
Where gold and gray-spun Granting sweeps
Each new today to Bygone’s deeps
With Now, the ink that pulses through
What first we think and then we do
Until we ford that final rift
To meet the Lord who gave life’s gift
Where time’s tatters of touching lie
In stilled splatters where ink drops dry
…in a love letter God will read
Prompting us to pay better heed
To what deed writes before we bow
And God recites our Book of Now
…where, pray above all He will see
The acquittal of Calvary
That began, with Now’s earnest try
Eternity’s thank-you reply
Where no today is commonplace
In hope’s hooray, because of grace
As step by step and prayer by prayer
God folds away time’s sacred stair
© Janet Martin
some 'nows' are as sweet as maple cream fudge, (see recipe below)
being sampled here...
others, not!
(Above, Miss Mischief's Baby Brother who seems to take up a LOT of mommy-time💞💗)
Here is an annual Christmas treat favourite from my childhood;
Maple Cream Fudge recipe...
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that you may be wise the rest of your days.
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