It's been one of the days of spilled milk and wiping noses from raging virus.
Tears and shrill cries because of sickness.
It's been one of cleaning, and re-cleaning
Sharp voices and nagging worries about pet and people things
Fighting over dolls, instructions on sharing
then the "yes" comes. The "yes" after the attempts to pray it all away
longing for perfect and quiet
but He says, He is with me
His power is perfected in my weakness
and can I say, "blessed be the name of the Lord" in the hub bub of a day that moves faster than me?
And we leave the house and go to the pond
Where I chase the littlest
And listen to tales of frogs named "Fatso" "Rosetta" "Slippery" and "Chubby"
How they need a bath by the little girls' hands
Pull the happy 2 year old out of the mud
I remember this is but a swift season
And though it moments are fleeting, they are important for the "least of these"
I again, bow the heart, bow the knee
and say "Yes"