Friday, December 28

unpoetic indeed

"The colored sunsets and starry heavens, the beautiful mountains and the shining seas, the fragrant woods and painted flowers, are not half so beautiful as a soul that is serving Jesus out of love, in the wear and tear of common, unpoetic life." ~ Faber

A mother's life could often be considered common and unpoetic. Very daily. Very routine. And yet, if all is done with an outpouring of love that she has found first in her Heavenly Father there is great beauty displayed in each task. Even the most simple meal can be a banquet. Dusting and vacuuming can make her household sparkle and shine. A smile at the doorway when a weary husband comes home from a long day of work can lighten a load. Reading the same book "one more time, mom!" can brightened a child's countenance.

Serving with the Father's love mixed in each task.

Common.

Unpoetic.

And a great blessing to all who discover it!

Blessings,
Tammy ~@~

2 comments:

Charlene said...

The unpoetic, or as I call it the Mundane. Finding God while doing the laundry AGAIN, the dishes or dusting. It is the love that makes it! I have made it through this season, and am actually looking forward to the unpoetic moments!

mom said...

Unpoetic AND beautiful, Charlene!

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