AFTERNOON NAP

I have a good book

That I'd really like to read

So I carry you and the book to the bedroom.

We lay on the big bed together

And your mouth opens wide

Searching eagerly for my breast.

Your left arm is tucked in at your side

Your right arm rests on my breast

With your tiny hand curled around my left thumb.

My fingers caress the soft skin

On the back of your hand.

You look up at me with your big blue eyes

And smile

Then drink in the warm, sweet milk

Designed especially for you.

Your eyelids grow heavy

And soon you are sleeping

So quietly and peacefully

That time seems to stand still.

I want to memorize this moment

And hold it in my mind forever.

I stroke the downy hair

On the back of your head

As I watch

The rhythmic rising and falling

Of your little chest.

I am awestruck once again

By the miracle you truly are.

Created by God in His image

You are perfect in every detail...

Delicate eyelashes

Turned up button nose

Sweet pink rosebud mouth

Peaches and cream skin

The tiny curl in the middle of your forehead

Baby toes that like to be kissed and tickled.

I thank the Lord

For entrusting me with your care

And I strive to be worthy of such a high calling.

My heart overflows with love for you

My firstborn daughter

My Megan girl.

Your name means "God's pearl"

And you are a precious part of our family.

I snuggle closer

Content to be here with you.

The book I was so eager to read

Is laid aside for another day

And I too drift off to sleep

As we enjoy our afternoon nap

Together.

 

By Wendy Jo Minotte

Duluth, Minnesota, USA.

 

A MOTHER'S FEARS

Today I took my little boy and held him in my arms,
I looked in to those big brown eyes and was captured by their charm.
Then all at once it hit me that one day he'd be a man,
It was with this amazing thought that all my fears began.

Would I teach him properly the way to love a wife,
The way to raise their children, and live a godly life?
How to listen to the voice of the Father up above,
And how to introduce to friends the wonders of His love?

Would he earn an honest quid, and put food upon the table,
And serve the Lord and others, the best that he was able?
Would he make a godly mark on the world in which he dwelt?
As I thought about these things, my fears began to melt.

God has given ME this child, because no other could,
Mold his heart and character, and teach him to be good.
Or show him how to read and write or how to play with others.
God had choosen ME to be his only mother.

So now I hold my child close and think of how I can,
Teach my tiny son, how to be a godly man.
My fears are healed by the knowledge that somewhere up above,
God had given ME the job of this little child to love.

By Maria Dowse.

Bathurst, NSW, Australia.

Maria has two little children, Joshua James (3 years) and Kiyana Grace (3 months).

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GOD'S FAITHFULNESS

I have never seen a midnight
That did not turn to dawn
And for every loved one "gone to God"
Somewhere a child is born!

I have never had a sorrow
God has not found a way to bless,
God's mercies are new each morning
Great is His faithfulness!

 

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By Vonny Helberg

Bunbury, Western Australia.

Gran Vonny Helberg, at 75 years, is still serving the Lord.

PRO AND CON

You can raise a crop of babies on almost any land;
In fact, you need a little grit, and just a little sand.
And lots of love and laughter, to make them grow up strong,
Yet folks with lots of babies somehow seem to get along.

I don't say they are useful, quite, as cars and pigs and such,
But they're a grand crop in themselves, and worth ten times as much.
So don't forget the babies when you're planning for your farm -
A few about you underfoot won't do a bit of harm.

And when your hair is growing gray and years are growing long,
Your heart, instead of drying up, will hold a merry song,
For babies have a way with them of growing strong and tall
And make such dandy leaning posts as life's spring turns to fall!

Anon.

This poem was sent into me by an Above Rubies reader, Nancy Schneider, who found it in a magazine back in the 50's called This Day.

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