A Poem, from long ago.

The Busyness of Life, or, Where Did God go?  Aug. 2005

Day begins, so much to do.
Make a list, maybe two.
Hurry, hurry our the door,
add to your list more and more.
Help me God, along life's way,
Bless me God, Bless my day.

I help, I serve, I work a lot.
Sometimes I'm thanked, sometimes not.
They ask for help once, then twice,
they think that I'm so very nice.
"We need you here, we need you there".
There's no more of me to spare!
Help me God, along life's way,
help me make it thru today.

I should spend time with friends, I know,
but my list of things just seems to grow.
Maybe next week, or maybe next month
I might have time to go to lunch.
Or maybe just a cup of tea,
whenever they catch up with me.
Help me God to get it straight,
Should I work, or keep the date?

My quiet time is gone these days.
Lists of things get in the way.
Pay the bills, dig the yard,
sometimes it is so very hard.
As for God, there is not time,
Maybe He could get in line.
Help me God, anyway...
Bless me God, Bless my day.

 Not enough time under the sun,
not enough strength to get it all done.
I lay down, and cry for rest,
God I've done my very best.
Am I approved? Did I stand the test?
Is it OK that I ask to be blessed?
Bless me God in my weariness.

"This was not a test at all my child,
I wanted to show you your life is to wild.
Too many sports, too much TV,
too may things put ahead of me.
So take a deep breath, put your list away.
Spend time with me, read, and pray.
I will bless you, I will guide your way,
I will bless you, I will Bless your day.

by Barbara Jean Simmons

A Labor of Love

This is the flagstone patio my little brother made for me years ago.

He did not just go buy a pallet of flagstone,

he drove out to the mountains and gathered it himself!

And you know that stuff is not just laying on the side of the road.

It was down steep banks....He climbed down, and carried each piece up....

 over and over, till he had enough for this 10x10 area.

It was a true labor of love.

 Here is the patio today.

It has not changed much.

The leveling job he did lasted well,

though the moles have tried several times over

the years to make it an uneven mess.

 The garden area around it does not look much different

but it has grown up, been cleaned out,

 and grown again several times over the years.

There is a bit more moss on this old cement bench...

but still home to the same bunnies as before.

It is truly something I love, and have enjoyed for so many years.

But even more than the patio itself,

is the blessing of knowing it was made  with so much love.

So, my thought, after all this, is, how much labor am I willing to put in for the Lord?

And, am I doing it with love......

Cause, whatever I do in love, whether big or small,

will bless our Lord's heart, and make Him smile.

blessings on your day everyone.

barb