I must have been feeling melancholic on the day I wrote the poem below. I was a young mother with three children, ages two, five and seven.
Only a few months before, major surgery had been necessary to save my life. I was slowly recovering when the words of this poem formed in my mind and found their way into a small book I used for my journal.
A Homemaker’s Thoughts
I feel the need to do something different from the ordinary things,
to know the uplift that creative work brings.
To take pencil in hand and write something witty,
or compose a poem, thoughtful and pretty.
I’d like to paint a landscape of trees and flowers,
or meditate by a quiet brook for unlimited hours.
To be a singer with a voice so fine,
and no other would have a talent like mine.
But all this is wishful thinking and it doesn’t really pay…
to spend so much of my time and pass away the day.
Envying other’s talents, never thinking of my own,
when I possess the talent to make a happy home
I wrote the poem fifty years ago. One of those young children is now a grandmother. There were many bumps along the road, but I never walked alone. God was my faithful Companion and Guide.
Thirty-two years ago, following a crisis in my life, I became a published writer. The young mother who penned the poem would have been surprised to know what lay in her future.
God has a plan for each of his children. We learn this from reading Jeremiah 29:11:
“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.”We don’t know what lies in our future, but God does. We can trust him as he works his plan for our lives.