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Friday, November 10, 2023

At Life's Smorgasbord of Choices...

 

Life is not a big empty table like this one...


...before the guests arrived each with a freshly-baked delectable delight!


...turning the empty table into a smorgasbord of choices! 


Yesterday I was honored to host my mother's annual birthday tea.
All of her daughter's and daughter-in-laws are the annual guests;
this birthday tradition a long-standing, treasured highlight for all! 
Happy 81st birthday, dear Mother!



I am so thankful when weighing choices and responses/responsibilities
 that so many times without thinking I resort to 'what would mom do/say?'
And I know one of the answers was, is and will always be 'pray!' 

At life’s smorgasbord of choices
Desire is often tried
Where a host of friendly voices
Can make it hard to decide
Which to taste and which to turn from
Which to take and what to leave
For this is no feckless ho-hum
That our choices will achieve

…where each life is like a courtship
Between mortal and his/her Lord/lord
Exposing, through choice, true worship
Which in turn earns just reward
For, life’s smorgasbord of choices
When we listen, seems to be
Like a smorgasbord of voices
All shouting ‘pick me, pick me!’

Oho, there is no evasion
All are subject to reply
And we do; Delight’s elation
Is eager to satisfy
At life’s smorgasbord of choices
Replenished with each new day
Thus, because of all the voices
Wouldn’t it be wise to pray?

Pray for prudence and discretion
For hearts of humility
Where choice triggers a succession
Of choice-cruciality
Then, before we touch or savor
Today’s options, we should weigh
Their merit against God’s favor
And ask Him to lead the way

© Janet Martin

Phil.4:8
Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, 
whatever is noble, 
whatever is right, 
whatever is pure, 
whatever is lovely, 
whatever is admirable—
if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—
think about such things.

Now! on a more mundane note I must choose between
doing up some apples to applesauce
or
apple pie-filling
or
Clean and bag more potatoes
or sort through those I have bagged
because they are very rot-prone this year
due to all the rain we had.

2 comments:

  1. Such a lovely read, Janet. Thank you. And a very happy birthday to your dear mom. From the looks of the spread on your dining room table, it was a feast most celebratory and festive. I do love that verse from Phil 4 - an all-time favourite through the years. xo

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    1. thank-you so much! It was indeed a precious day, a feast for body and soul! Most of us are readers and someone generally brings a meaningful excerpt to share<3 I will hop over to visit your latest post when hubby and I are done piling wood;-))

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