“Show me, Mama,” they say as I try to teach them a new skill.
“Show me!” I say when I don’t understand their words or want to assess their progress to competence.
“Show me,” I tell my husband when I need to see his love not just hear it.
“Show me!” I want to yell when I’m told I’m appreciated and valued but I don’t see or feel the evidence.
” Teach me how to love like you do,” I pray as I lay in bed at night. “Let me see you, feel you working. Give me the words I need, direct my steps.”
And in those moments just before I fall asleep, I can almost hear him say,
“I will. If you’ll let me show you how.”
I don’t care if I am told,
I don’t care if I am shown;
it’s not that I’m proudly bold,
it’s just that I’m on my own
in the knowing of my meaning
of my days upon the Earth.
I don’t care for others’ gleaning,
for it’s me who knows my worth.
Sure, my life has been a failure
by most standards that we use,
but I’ll say that I am darn sure
that I will not stand accused
for the low mark on this test,
for what was given was my best.
this is so me too! 🙂 FMF22 appreciate seeing your faith/heart here.
Beautiful.
This is so beautiful in its simplicity. Thank you for sharing God’s gentle promise.
Visiting from FMF#19