“I’m weady to go”…and a quick inspection draws me to each foot,
One sports a pink butterfly shoe and the other a scuffed cowboy boot.
    “Thank you Lord for laughs in motherhood.”
“I had if first” he whined to me, but the other one had it first too,
I look up to Heaven to see if God will tell me what to do.
 “Thank you, Lord, for soul-building moments of motherhood.”
I swept the floor an hour ago, so where did that mess come from?
Oh yes…from learning hands that keep me sweeping up cracker crumbs.
    “Thank you, Lord, for the evidence of little people in motherhood.”
“Mommy, I’m sorry you feel bad today, can I run a hot bath for you?”
That sweet little face with its heart-love aglow, refreshes me anew.
    “Thank you, Lord, for the tenderest affections of motherhood.”
Fifteen years since I brought that one home, she looks at me with a smile,
“Mom, I’m so very thankful for all the things you’ve taught me in life.”
    “Thank you, Lord, for the fruit of motherhood.”
And now I hold this sweet little one with another kicking inside,
The one in my arms falls gently to sleep and I brush her soft hair aside.
    “Thank you, Lord, for this gift of motherhood.”
All is quiet in the house just now, it’s not very often this way,
I so easily let the ebb and flow of life diminish the day.
Teach me, Lord, that though this garden may have its share of weeds,
Underneath it all is a fertile soil bursting with immortal seeds.
    “Thank you, Lord, for this life of motherhood.”
Kelly Crawford
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