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I still feel yesterday hanging around behind my eyes.

I got a good nights rest, no one needed anything, the hour was early when my head found the pillow, sleep was solid.

But when the alarm sang this morning I didn’t feel like I had gathered up all my rest yet.

You’ll have that I suppose.

Being a Mama is a constant gig and while terrific, tiresome.

As my eyes lifted and unlocked, one of the first things I thought about was a Shel Silverstein poem.

The day was still dark, barely cracking. Getting up and starting the morning made me feel like I was prying open something that didn’t want to be opened yet. It was an early and slow rising.

So naturally, the following words filled my cobwebbed head…

Oh, if you’re a bird, be an early bird

And catch the worm for your breakfast plate.

If you’re a bird, be an early early bird-

But if you’re a worm, sleep late.

And even in my drowsy state, I chuckled on the inside.

I think the rhyme coaxed me to swing my legs around to the side of the bed and start my dive into Thursday.

Sometimes all that’s needed is a little winking laughter.

I have all manner of things to accomplish in about an hours time. I will not get to all of them. I’m increasingly becoming okay with not being able to do everything before my bulls charge from bunkbeds.

I have an event tonight that I need to study and pray and prep for. There are areas of my home that need tending before a guest arrives for the weekend. There are meals and menus to plan before tomorrow’s grocery trip. School. Laundry. Emails.

I should push post on this thing and begin my duties for the day.

I hope your Thursday surprises you with little pockets of smiles here and there. Maybe even an outright guffaw to get you going.

We could all use a little more wit and chuckle, don’t you think? I’ll be praying today that everyone who reads these words, will encounter something that makes them howl and snort a little.

Hugs all around, friends.

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Poem can be found in Shel Silverstein’s fabulous collection of poetry Where the Sidewalk Ends

Silverstein, Shel. Where the Sidewalk Ends: The Poems & Drawings of Shel Silverstein. New York: HarperCollins, 2004. Print.

 

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  1. Cheryl Gahm

    Sweet friend, I’ve been praying for you today as you prepare for tonight! Looking forward to serving with you. Much love 🙂

  2. Kate

    It was such a pleasure to serve with you tonight. So very grateful for you! Your prayers mean the world! – Kate 🙂

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