Even in the midst of the mundane....

I have a poem hanging up in my kitchen that speaks of 'service' in the most mundane tasks. I came across the first verse many years ago and then discovered a second verse some time later. Thinking to include it on my blog today, rather than have to type it all in I thought I'd search online - and there's a third verse! :-)

So, here it is in its entirety, attributed to various authors (including a 19 year old servant girl in 1920's England!)

Lord of pots and pans and things
Since I’ve no time to be
A saint by doing lovely things
Or watching late with Thee
Or dreaming in the sweet dawn light
Or storming Heaven’s gates,
Make me a saint by getting meals
And washing up the plates.

Although I must have Martha’s hands,
I have a Mary mind,
And when I black the boots and shoes,
Thy sandals, Lord, I find.
I think of how they trod the earth,
What time I scrub the floor:
Accept this meditation, Lord.
I haven’t time for more.

Warm all the kitchen with Thy love
And light it with Thy peace;
Forgive me all my worrying,
And make all grumbling cease.
Thou who didst love to give men food,
In room or by the sea,
Accept this service that I do–
I do it unto Thee



......strangely enough, I do find myself having conversations with God as I tackle the ironing!

Another thing I'd like to share, as this is Father's Day - my daughter posted this clip on her blog - clickHERE - and it's very moving! It serves to remind us just how much more our heavenly Father carries us and journeys with us through this life!