Saturday, January 30, 2010

Days like this...

So...for all of you mama's who have been pregnant, you know those last few weeks just draaaaaag on by. Im 37 weeks and man, what I would do to have this child evacuate the premises which are my insides. Chasing a 3 and 2yr old, upstairs, downstairs, church, outreach, long drives...oh my. And my poor husband in all this just sits back and watches hurricane sophie manifest her way through the days haha..I fell asleep on the couch this morning after I got the girls dressed, house cleaned, beds made, and when I woke up, this was laying on my pillow beside me.

A rural housewife, Fay Inchfawn, who lived a generation ago, wrote these lines on her need and expectancy of God's presence which speak to us of the more sophisticated frustrations of our modern day:

Sometimes, when everything goes wrong;
When days are short and nights are long,
When wash day brings so dull a sky,
That not a single thing will dry.
And when the kitchen chimney smokes,
And when there's none so "old" as folks;
When friends deplore my faded youth,
And when the baby cuts a tooth
While John, the baby last but one,
Clings round my skirts till day is done;
And fat, good-natured Jane is glum
And butcher's man forgets to come.
Sometimes I say, on days like these
I get a sudden gleam of bliss.
Not on some sunny day of ease
He'll come...but on a day like this.