Finite

Dishes in the sink

Kids in the tub

Doing more than I think

Humanly possible, that's the rub

Eating my vegetables

Cutting out coupons

Washing a basin full of stubbles

while putting the toothpaste cap on

Folding the jeans, sweaters and socks

Vaccuming the popcorn off the couch

Putting things in their place, even the rocks

Sit up tall, walk with grace, don't slouch

Falling upon the bed wearily, wondering

Did I do all I could?

Did I do all I should?

My savior smiles, understanding, forgiving.

We leave something incomplete everyday, whether it's an area
of housework, school, work, friendship, ministry ~ because we are finite."
~
from The Hidden Art of Homemaking by Edith Schaeffer~

fi·nite
\ˈfī-ˌnīt\
adjective

1 a: having definite or definable limits

b: having a limited nature or existence

2: completely determinable in theory or in fact by counting, measurement, or thought
3 a: less than an arbitrary positive integer and greater than the negative of that integer b: having a finite number of elements

Can you tell I went to a poetry class last night? :) Now, poetry class is over and math is about to begin.

A finite set of numbers is measurable. The length of my legs and the bredth of my armspan is also measurable. Not infinite. Infinity stretches forever in all directions while my eyes cannot even see beyond the horizon.

Piles of things undone lay around my house. Piles can burden and weary, but I choose to set them down and rest instead.

Unfinished work of greater magnitude: the work in my heart. Gentleness, patience, self-control. Though I seek the completion of this great project, the Father says it will come - at the end of time.

He who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. Philippians 1:6

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