A New Day
Today is a new day.
Full of promise and full of life
When I see my husbands eye in few moments
When I hand him his lunch...
I will remember...
This is a NEW DAY.
When I see my Son walking in with his blanket
I will remember this is a new day.
As I crack his eggs
and pack his lunch...
As my Daughter enters and shares her morning hugs
This is a NEW DAY.
Today as I see all that is undone
as my hands tend to dirty dishes
as I turn the knob on the washing machine...
as I pass by the mirror it shows me my face
I will smile and remember
This is a New Day.
I will remember my needs are met
My skills are useful
but that is not who I am.
I will remember I am so much more than the skill I employ.
It is in the inner beauty that I am adorned.
Within my heart relationship is born.
It is not in all that I have known
nor in all that I might need to do...
It is not in those numbers or that tossed aside pattern
I've sewn.Or in that meal plan to practice
It is not in that tackle that my worth might be found...
Today I will remember who I am.
Full of promise and full of life
When I see my husbands eye in few moments
When I hand him his lunch...
I will remember...
This is a NEW DAY.
When I see my Son walking in with his blanket
I will remember this is a new day.
As I crack his eggs
and pack his lunch...
As my Daughter enters and shares her morning hugs
This is a NEW DAY.
Today as I see all that is undone
as my hands tend to dirty dishes
as I turn the knob on the washing machine...
as I pass by the mirror it shows me my face
I will smile and remember
This is a New Day.
I will remember my needs are met
My skills are useful
but that is not who I am.
I will remember I am so much more than the skill I employ.
It is in the inner beauty that I am adorned.
Within my heart relationship is born.
It is not in all that I have known
nor in all that I might need to do...
It is not in those numbers or that tossed aside pattern
I've sewn.Or in that meal plan to practice
It is not in that tackle that my worth might be found...
Today I will remember who I am.
2 comments:
Good morning Donetta.
I 've got a bunch of roses for your MIL on my blog. I 'll write to her too.
I find it difficult to reaad the post when there is a dark color on a dark background.Eye trouble
Yes, remember who you are. You are precious sis. I love you.
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