May 07, 2011

My Mother's Day prayer to myself

I ran across this poem by Ruth Bell Graham, mother of five, a while ago and it's stuck with best explains my feelings on being a mother.

Five I have:
each separate,
a soul
bound for eternity:
and I
leader of the blind-
groping and fumbling,
Casual and concerned,
by turns...
undisciplined, I seek
by order and command
to discipline and shape;
( I who need
Thy discipline
to shape
My own disordered soul).
O Thou
Who seest the heart's
True, deep desire,
Each shortcoming and
Each sad mistake,
nor let our children be
the victims of our own
Unlikeness unto thee

1 comment:

Stacey said...

I. Love. That.