A poem for moms

I read this poem this week and thought that it was so sweet. I want to share this with all my mom friends.

Thank You, Lord

For all these smallnesses
I thank You, Lord:

small children
and small needs;
small meals to cook
small talk to heed,
and a small book
from which to read
small stories;
small hurts to heal,
small disappointments, too,
as real
as ours;
small glories to discover
in bugs,
pebbles,
flowers.

When day is through
my mind is small,
my strength is gone;
as I gather
each dear one
I pray, "Bless each
for Jesus' sake-
such angels sleeping,
imps awake!"
What wears me out
are little things:
angels minus
shining wings.
Forgive me, Lord,
if I have whined-
it takes so much
to keep them shined;
yet each small rub
has its reward,
for they have blessed me.

Thank you, Lord.

A selection from Ruth Bell Graham's writing