To be a joyful keeper at home, one needs to pray to start her day!
Here are two poems that I would like to share:
And rushed right into the day;
I had so much to accomplish
That I didn’t have time to pray.
Problems just tumbled about me
And heavier came each task;
“Why doesn’t God help me?” I wondered.
He said, “But you didn’t ask.”
I wanted to see the beauty,
But the day toiled on, gray and bleak;
I wondered why God didn’t show me.
He said, “But you didn’t seek.”
I tried to come into God’s presence;
I used all my keys at the lock.
God gently and lovingly chided,
“My child, you didn’t knock.”
I woke up early this morning
And paused before entering the day.
I had so much to accomplish
That I had to take time to pray!
——Author unknown
A Wasted Hour
I wasted an hour one morning
Beside a mountain stream,
I seized a cloud from the sky above
And fashioned myself a dream.
In the hush of the early twilight
Far from the haunts of men,
I wasted a summer evening
And fashioned my dream again.
Wasted? Perhaps. Folks say so
Who never have walked with God
When lanes are dotted with flowers
Or yellow with goldenrod.
But I have found strength for my labors
In that one short evening hour;
I have found joy and contentment…
I have found peace and power.
My dreaming has left me a treasure,
A hope that is strong and true.
From wasted hours I have builded
My life and my faith anew.
——Miranda Walton