Approaching Each Day
Posted by: bigguyhereagain <bigguyhereagain@...>
I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock
strikes midnight. My job is to choose what kind of day I am going
to have.
Today I can complain because the weather is rainy or I can be
thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.
Today I can feel sad that I don't have more money or I can be glad
that my finances encourage me to plan my purchases wisely and
guide me away from waste.
Today I can grumble about my health or I can rejoice that I am alive.
Today I can lament over all that my parents didn't give me when I
was growing up or I can feel grateful that they allowed me to be born.
Today I can cry because roses have thorns or I can celebrate that
thorns have roses.
Today I can mourn my lack of friends or I can excitedly embark upon
a quest to discover new job relationships.
Today I can whine because I have to go to work or I can shout for joy
because I have a job to go to!
Today I can complain because I have to go to school or eagerly open
my mind and fill it with knowledge and adventure.
Today I can dejectedly murmur because I have housework to do or
I can feel grateful for shelter for my mind, body and soul.
Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped, and here I am,
the sculptor who gets to do the shaping. What today will be like is
up to me. And I shall decide what kind of day I shall have!"
How will you live THIS DAY?
If I live in a house of spotless beauty with everthing in
its place, but have not love, I am a housekeeper--not a homemaker.
If I have time for waxing, polishing, and decorative achievements,
but have not love, my children learn cleanliness--not godliness.
Love leaves the dust in search of a child's laugh. Love smiles
at the tiny fingerprints on a newly cleaned window.
Love wipes away the tears before it wipes up the spilled milk.
Love picks up the child before it picks up the toys.
Love is present through the trials. Love reprimands, reproves,
and is responsive. Love crawls with the baby, walks with the
toddler, runs with the child, then stands aside to let the
youth walk into adulthood.
Love is the key that opens salvation's message to a child's heart.
Before I became a mother I took glory in my house of perfection.
Now I glory in God's perfection of my child. As a mother, there
is much I must teach my child, but the greatest of all is love.
In a garden where scarlet leaves have blown.
The crisp freshness of the morning air;
The bright gold of mums so fair.
The warm fireside that glows
As outside the North wind blows.
The aroma of turkey, yams, and cakes;
The spicy pumpkin pie that bakes.
The love of family, friends so dear,
The laughter of my children near.
The church's steeple rising high,
The songs we sing, the prayers we sigh.
For all the little things in life,
The Love that overcomes all strife,
These are the things for which I say,
"I thank You," to my Lord today
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