Sometimes the front-lines become blurred; obscured
Beneath piled dishes, laundry loads and such
The aftermath of battles we’ve endured
For all its grief seems not to matter much
As daylight dims we cannot see the yield
Of blood-sweat-tear-drops spilled into the air
Upon this precious home-front battle-field
Soldiers-in-sacred-making need our care
We forge toward a Prize we cannot see
A motley stumbling, fumbling infantry
We watch the fledgling flounder, struggle; grow
Restless to fly on eager, untried wings
We cut the cord when they are born but oh,
We cannot sever love’s tender heart-strings
As, midst the noise of pots and pans and spills
Of bills and slamming doors and soft good-night
We pray the Lord to keep us through the drills
To give us courage to be strong and fight
For soon the care-free little boy and girl
Must be prepared to face this wicked world
In boot-camps strewn with homework, footballs, shoes
With muffin-crumbs and heaped, half-finished chores
Where we are startled by the hues and dues
Of love-in-training recruits for life’s wars
It’s easy to lose sight of Love’s High Call
As common cares distract and circumvent
We cannot know what battles will befall
But this we know; we must be diligent
As we scold, cheer and kiss those freckled grins
The home-front is where the future begins
© Janet Martin
In our Mother's Day Service on Sunday our pastor reminded us that Timothy became the man he was not on his own but because of diligent examples of faith...what we do today MATTERS tomorrow!
I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your
grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now
lives in you also. 2 Tim.1:5
Thou therefore endure hardness, as a good soldier of Jesus Christ. 2 Tim.2:3
