24/02/2025
MOMDAYS
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My heart has been heavy with a massive to-do list lately. The kids have had extra needs. We've had extra responsibilities on our plates. There's future planning to be done for school. My husband and I have some decisions to make for our house.
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Somedays, it's too much. I know you know.
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I came across this old poem for the umpteenth time in my life this weekend, and no matter how many times I read it, it refreshes me, refocuses me, tells my heart what it needs to hear. Just do the next thing and leave the results to the only One who can control outcomes. It was a good word to my busy mom mind this week. I hope it's a good one to you.
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"From an old English parsonage down by the sea
There came in the twilight a message to me;
Its quaint Saxon legend, deeply engraven,
Hath, it seems to me, teaching from Heaven.
And on through the doors the quiet words ring
Like a low inspiration: “DO THE NEXT THING.”
Many a questioning, many a fear,
Many a doubt, hath its quieting here.
Moment by moment, let down from Heaven,
Time, opportunity, and guidance are given.
Fear not tomorrows, child of the King,
Trust them with Jesus, do the next thing
Do it immediately, do it with prayer;
Do it reliantly, casting all care;
Do it with reverence, tracing His hand
Who placed it before thee with earnest command.
Stayed on Omnipotence, safe ‘neath His wing,
Leave all results, do the next thing.
Looking for Jesus, ever serener,
Working or suffering, be thy demeanor;
In His dear presence, the rest of His calm,
The light of His countenance be thy psalm,
Strong in His faithfulness, praise and sing.
Then, as He beckons thee, do the next thing."
