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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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Comments

Susan said…
Oh, I love your poem!

Thanks God for Philippians 1:6, you know something, I almost used that scripture...

Blessings~
Denise said…
Cool poem my friend.
Kathy Schwanke said…
Sweet, Heather! You make our jobs as moms/wives sound romantic! Yeah, with Jesus they really are aren't they? Like the times when no one else is around and you see your little one do something incredibly cute, there He is. We always have Someone to share the moments with.
Kathy
Vicki said…
Nicely done, my sweet friend. He is working in us both much more than we even know....love you!

~Vicki
The Olson's: said…
"Piles can burden and weary, but I choose to set them down and rest instead."

Great reminder to keep things in perspective. No matter how "perfect" we do a job there is still something left to do. This can be frustrating or we can keep the proper perspective: while we are cleaning our homes, we can allow God to work on our hearts: gentleness, patience, self-control...!

Thanks!
~ Leanne
lori said…
I HAD to rest last night....
I LOVED the poem....I was looking for the "author..." then I realized it was YOU!!

WONDERFUL!!!

You know piles lie undone everywhere around here too.....it's life on earth...and you know....You are right..."The completion of this great project will come....at the end of time..."
wow! I TOTALLY LOVED THAT!!!
put that one in the journal!!
amazing way with words you have girl!!
Thanks for posting!!
love ya!
lori
twinklemom said…
Great poem!! Sorry to have missed this earlier!
Aunt Angie said…
I have gained a new appreication for poetry. Yours very good!
Your heart shines through!
Amico Dio said…
I have piles too, shhh! Don't tell anyone! lol!

Great post, Heather. Awesome!

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