Saturday, January 16, 2021

My Little One

My Little One

 

While my youngest baby slept, that warmer than usual spring day, I sat on the front porch steps to watch the kids play. I was a little weary but none the less feeling so blessed by my house full of amazing children. Feeling a little guilty for the long rest I took while dishes, laundry and supper prep went undone, I got up and started into the house. Just as I did I heard the voice of my neighbor calling my name. In her hand was a tiny news paper clipping and on her face was a sweet smile. “I have a little poem for you”, she said with that same smile still beaming. As I read the tiny scrap, tears of joy trickled down my face to think of the blessings God has bestowed on me and the awesome responsibility that came with the blessed gift.



My Little One

As I sit here tonight in my bedroom

watching my dear baby sleep,

I can’t help but think of the blessings

That God bestows on His sheep.

I just read aloud from my Bible

To my baby there in her bed

I thank God for trusting her care to me

To be physically and spiritually fed.

May God always give me wisdom

To teach and train her each day

That she may grow into womanhood 

Serving Him all the way.

And I pray as I ponder this evening

That God in His infinite love

Will constantly lead her and guide her,

And prepare her for heaven above.

 

Many times I recited this poem over a sleeping child to remind myself of the blessings He lovingly placed on this forever grateful Mom.

 

As my kids have grown and have their own families I still pray without ceasing for my little flock. I come in humble adoration for my precious Father and Jesus Christ my Savior for bestowing on me “My Little Ones”.



Children are a heritage from the LORD, offspring a reward from him. 4Like arrows in the hands of a warrior are children born in one's youth. 5Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their opponents in court. Psalm 127:3-5

 

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