Saturday, December 19, 2009

A poem passed onto me

I thought this was good and have seen it in the past - not sure if it is true - but i am sure most mother's can relate to this at one point or another :-)

GOLD, COMMON SENSE AND FUR
My husband and I had been happily married
(most of the time)
for five years but hadn't been blessed with a baby.
I decided to do some serious
praying and promised God
that if he would give us a child,
I would be a perfect mother,
love it with all my
heart and raise it with
His word as my guide.
God answered my prayers
and blessed us with a son.
The next year God blessed us
with another son.
The following year,
He blessed us with yet another son.
The year after that we
were blessed with a daughter .
My husband thought we'd
been blessed right into poverty.
We now had four children,
and the oldest was only four years old.
I learned never to ask God
for anything unless I meant it.
As a minister once told me,
'If you pray for rain,make sure you carry an umbrella.
' I began reading a few verses
of the Bible to the children each day as they lay in their cribs.
I was off to a good start.
God had entrusted me with four
children and I didn't want to disappoint Him.
I tried to be patient the day
the children smashed two
dozen eggs on the kitchen floor searching for baby chicks.
I tried to be understanding...
when they started a hotel for
homeless frogs in the spare bedroom,
although it took me nearly two hours to catch all twenty-three frogs

When my daughter poured ketchup all over herself

and rolled up in a blanket to see how

it felt to be a hot dog, I tried to see the humor rather than the mess.

In spite of changing over twenty-five thousand diapers,
never eating a hot meal and never sleeping
for more than thirty minutes at a time,
I still thank God daily for my children.
While I couldn't keep my promise
to be a perfect mother - I didn't even come close...
I did keep my promise to raise them in the Word of God.
I knew I was missing the mark just a little when
I told my daughter we were goingto church to worship God, and she wanted to bring a bar of soap along to' wash up' Jesus, too.
Something was lost in the translation when I explained that God gave us everlasting life, and my son thought it was generous of God to give us his 'last wife.
' My proudest moment came during the children's Christmas pageant.
My daughter was playing Mary, two of my sons were shepherds and my youngest son was a wise man. This was their moment to shine.
My five-year-old shepherd had practiced his line,
' We found the babe wrapped in swaddling clothes.
' But he was nervous and said,' The baby was wrapped in wrinkled clothes.
' My four-year-old 'Mary' said,'That's not 'wrinkled clothes,' silly.
That's dirty, rotten clothes.
'A wrestling match broke outbetween Mary and the shepherdand was stopped by an angel,who bent her halo and lost her left wing.
I slouched a little lowerin my seat when Marydropped the doll representingBaby Jesus, and it bounceddown the aisle crying, 'Mama-mama.
' Mary grabbed the doll,wrapped it back upand held it tightly as the wise men arrived.
My other son stepped forward wearing a bathrobe and a paper crown, knelt at the manger and announced, 'We are the three wise men,and we are bringing gifts of gold, common sense and fur.
'The congregationdissolved into laughter,and the pageantgot a standing ovation.
'I've never enjoyed a Christmas program as much as this one, 'laughed the pastor, wiping tears from his eyes.
'For the rest of my life,I'll never hear theChristmas story withoutthinking of gold, common sense and fur.'
'My children are my pride and my joy and my greatest blessing, ' I said as I dug through my purse for an aspirin.
Jesus had no servants, yet they called Him Master.
Had no degree, yet they called Him Teacher.
Had no medicines, yet they called Him Healer.
Had no army, yet kings feared Him.
He won no military battles, yet He conquered the world.
He committed no crime, yet they crucified Him.
He was buried in a tomb, yet He lives today.
Feel honored to serve such a Leader who loves us.

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