Saturday, October 24, 2009
The Most Important Work I Do
is to mother these great children. I am in awe over the way God answered the desires of my heart (placed there by Him) by allowing me to be a wife and mother. It was all I ever wanted to do.
I am not the perfect mother, I have made lots of mistakes, but I am passionate about it and purposeful in it.
It is a priceless treasure to hold the affections of these wonderful people.
I am blessed beyond what I deserve.
Mother, Home, and Heaven
There are three words that sweetly blend,
That on the heart are graven;
A precious soothing balm they lend -
They're Mother, Home and Heaven!
They twine a wreath of beauteous flowers,
Which, placed on memories urn,
Will e'en the longest, gloomiest hours
To golden sunlight turn!
They form a chain whose every link
Is free from base alloy;
A stream where whosoever drinks
Will find refreshing joy!
They build an alter where each day
Love's offering is renewed;
And peace illumes with genial ray
Life's darkened solitude!
If from our side the first has fled,
And Home be but a name,
Let's strive the narrow path to tread,
That we the last may gain!