Why?

Why do we fret?  Why do we worry?

Why IN the world, Lord, do we hurry?

Where ARE we going in such a rush?

We pass by others with just a brush.

What do we miss - in all this haste?

Precious moments - we shouldn’t waste.

Questions like, “Where’s Timbuktu?”

And heartstring tugs of, “I love you.”

When they cover their little eyes,

And think they have the best disguise.

“Mommy - Can you?  Can you see me?”

Love that game, I do, believe me!

We just might miss the very fact,

A cardboard box is where it’s at!

The toys are fun for just awhile,

But smiles grow wide in a pillow pile!

“Would you rather get a bee sting, Dad?”

“Or sprayed by skunks that stink real bad?”

She wants her “monkey charms” to eat,

“How ‘bout Lucky Charms, my sweet?”

One day we’ll miss - musical beds,

A household full of sleepyheads.

“One last book, come on - just one,”

Are their words when day is done.

We’ve got the “B” word wrong, I’m guessing,

What if a Burden…was a Blessing?

An “aha” moment for someone dear,

New ways to look at life each year.

Why IN the world don’t I remember?

To trust in Him - now till December.

Worry of the past just brings tears,

Future worry just brings fears.

A reckless faith is my prayer,

Worry just makes us lose more hair.

Hurry missed moments...with our child,

I want a faith that’s big - not mild.

A faith that builds a giant ark,

Before rain clouds arrive at dark.

A faith that walks up to the sea,

And knows it WILL part – can’t we see?

Perfume to wash His weary feet,

A faith like that is hard to beat.

A faith that looks for one lost sheep,

A faith like that is one we’d keep.

Hurry and Worry are thieves by day,

Sent to steal the gift away.

The present - a gift – that’s passing by,

While we ponder, “Why, Lord, Why?”

Instead of worry - shift the focus,

Trust in Him - He invokes us.

We’ll notice when our faith grows smaller,

And take note when our child grows taller.

Patience with self - a place to start,

Patience with others - also smart.

Patience with family - an act of love,

Patience with God - faith from above.

Wise words of my dear Aunt Edie,

“God does all things – FOR me, not TO me.

What should L-I-F-E be? 

Living

In the

Framework of…

E-ter-ni-ty.”

I might still ask Him, “Why, Lord, Why?”

But these two things – I will try.

To trust when I don’t understand,

Slowing down…to hold His hand.