You Called On Me To Be A Mom

Dear Lord, it's such a hectic day
With little time to stop and pray
For life's been anything but calm
Since You called on me to be a mom
Running errands, matching socks,
Building dreams with building blocks
Cooking, cleaning, and finding shoes
And other stuff that children loose
Fitting lids on bottled bugs
Wiping tears and giving hugs
A stack of last weeks mail to read
So where's the quiet time I need?
Yet when I steal a minute, Lord
Just at the sink or ironing board
To ask the blessings of Your Grace
I see then, in my small ones' face
That you have blessed me
All the while
And I stop to kiss
That precious smile.

Author Unknown