Let the mother of many celebrate her numbers
and glory in the ornaments which decorate her life.
Let her not be swayed by the scoffers,
nor riled by the ignorant.
Let compassion be her way
and humility guide her thinking.
Let her pin her badge of many blessings
to her breast and be known
for what the Lord God has called her to do.
Let the mother of some celebrate her bond
and relish the closeness that more time permits.
Let her not feel scorned by Leah or Hagar,
nor be jealous of their cup.
Let diligence be her walk
and contentment lift her prayers.
Let her perceive what is hers
and freely pursue wonderful things for the dear ones
that the Lord has entrusted to her care.
Let the mother of one celebrate her treasure
and delight to invest her whole self in this one.
Let her be convinced of the harvest to come
from this Isaac, this John.
Let fear be her beginning
and wisdom be her trail.
Let her seek the Lord
and proceed with awe in raising up for Him
this blessing so special as to demand her all.
Let the mother of none worship the Lord
and praise Him for drawing her close to His heart!
Let her rise up and look beyond her gate
and make her good works available to others.
Let trust in His plan be her sustenance
and service to His will be her drink.
Let her revere the gift He has given
that she should have liberty to love Him
with a love freer from distraction.
Composed by Grafted Branch of Restoring the Years
17 comments:
This is awesome! This mother of some was blessed by these words greatly. Thank you.
Wonderful!! Beautiful sentiments and I couldn't agree more.
I love this! Thank you for posting it. :)
This father of one was blessed by these sentiments as well!...Please forward a Happy Father's Day to your Prince.
Beautiful! Just beautiful.
I have many, and am blessed. I've been the mother of none (and was told I would always be), and the Lord cultivated contentment in me. For 5 years I was the mother of one, and those 5 years hold so many fond memories of concentrated love and attention. The Lord taught me diligence as I mothered my broken little baby. My cup was so full! God has continued to bless our home with children and now I am a gray-haired mother of many who is learning to be patient and to wait upon the Lord to renew my strength.
That is a beautiful poem! Thank you for posting it...
Thank you !
deb meyers
Oh, what a blessing these words are to me. Regardless of how many, let us make HIM the center. Thanks, GB!
In everything... Celebrate!
If not us, who then?
Thank you, wise friend, thank you...
All's grace,
Ann
Beautiful Poem. Full of wisdom. Oh, may we learn to be content with what we have!
Thank you from this mother of one who wished it was many. Beautiful!!
Thank-you; that is beautiful.
I came by way of "Exulting in the Cross," and Elizabeth Esther. Prior to reading Janet's post about your poem, I hadn't clicked on your link (I don't think, anyway).
What I'm taken with, is your profile. That is so marvelous. When I read it, I was reminded of the passage in I Corinthians 6:9-12where Paul reminds believers that we "were" those (the listed sins) things before Christ. I love the fact that "were" is a past tense, and I think that this passage typifies your bio.
"Or do you not know that the unrighteous will not inherit the kingdom of God? Do not be deceived: neither the sexually immoral, nor idolaters, nor adulterers, nor men who practice homosexuality, nor thieves, nor the greedy, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor swindlers will inherit the kingdom of God. And such were some of you. But you were washed, you were sanctified, you were justified in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ and by the Spirit of our God."
I guess that I'll just have to add your blog to my daily reading now. So many blogs, so little time...sigh.
Cathy
Oh, this was a very beautiful poem. With many thanks from this mother of some.
WOW. Beautiful.
Thank you. Very much.
--A mother of none, who wishes for many
*nose tickling, eyes watering, mouth trembling*
Thank you for this gorgeous celebration of words. We serve such a generous, loving God!
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