Teach us to number our days, that we may present to You a heart of wisdom.
A few months before our daughter was born, I read A Mother's Heart, by Jean Fleming and was introduced to this poem by Irene Foster. Needless to say I can't recite it but the message has come back to me many times since her birth as I try to juggle my daily "to-do list".
Time Is of the Essence
Now is the time to get things done,
wade in the water,
sit in the sun,
squish my toes
in the mud by the door,
explore the world in a boy just four.
Now is the time to study books,
how a cloud looks;
to ponder "up",
where God sleeps at nights,
why mosquitoes take such big bites.
Later there'll be time
to sew and clean,
paint the hall
that soft new green,
to make new drapes,
refinish the floor -
Later on...when he's not just four.
"Time is Of the Essence" by Irene Foster, page 51 from A Mother's Heart, by Jean Fleming, NavPress, 1982.
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