Sunday Saying

I started my day early,
Before the room was light.
I lifted my son from his crib
And wished it was still night.
But as I held him close and said,
“Hi Tyler, precious one”
I knew that as I greeted him
I greeted, too, God’s Son.

When my daughter woke up later
Calling "Mommy! Mommy! Down!!"
I picked her up and hugged her
In her worn Elmo gown.
I knew she felt the closeness
That a mothers touch affords.
I welcomed not just Danielle,
But so too the Lord of Lords.

That day I mixed some formula
and opened jars of peas.
I fixed some "pizza butter" bread
When she grinned and said "PLEEEAAASSSEE"
I heated up some leftovers;
I had to make them twice,
and when I fed my children
I was feeding Jesus Christ.

I made some funny faces
and played puzzles on the floor.
I dressed kitties and ran around outside,
and played with them some more.
We laughed and jumped and tickled,
making memories to be stored.
When I spent time with my children
I spent time with the Lord.

I wiped up sticky cereal
and washed the dishes clean.
I straightened, picked up, and put away
and dusted in between.
I did 6 loads of laundry
and folded it like new.
When I cleaned for my children
I cleaned for my Savior too.

When my children were both crying
I held them in my arms.
I cuddled them and whispered
That I'd keep them safe from harm.
I told them how their Father saved them
With His perfect Lamb.
When I comforted my children
I comforted the I AM.

Later on that evening
I put them in the bath.
I washed their little bodies
As they kicked around and splashed.
I dried them in soft towels
And put their jammies on.
When I washed my children’s feet,
I washed the Holy One.

I cooked and cleaned and rearranged,
Made beds and taught and played.
Made sure that we had food to eat
And that we often prayed.
I died to self,
I made a home from ordinary things.
But when I serve my children
I served the King of Kings.

To some I have done nothing
But to two, I have done the world.
I made eternal differences
To my precious boy and girl,
And to the one who watches over
Every pathway that I trod,
For when I have loved my precious children
I've loved Almighty God

- Megan Breedlove

“And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me.” Matthew 25:40

I thought this was an awesome poem. I found it on a messageboard I visit. So often I get bored with doing the same daily things over and over again, or frustrated with my kids over little things. I need to remember that even the little things I do for my family are done for the Lord.