The Homemakers Prayer

We are finding our days a little full here with the many feast days (that we are not celebrating to the degree we have in the past) girls busy sewing and me helping them as I can. We have a very full October and I don't want to stress about celebrating the many feast days we have done in the past, especially just to blog about.
I am feeling tired and a little under the weather. We also have medical appointments this month that take us away from home as well.

We have been trying to keep the little people busy and have decided that Corbyn especially needs some PE each day of the most intense kind. Of course when finding out about possible lessons we the only thing available for his age. what his age is for
Needless to say anything that I can keep up with for him is not what I am looking for.
So Saxon has been delegated as his Gym teacher for now. A role good for him as he is extremely active too.

So with the many things happening here I  have been a tad lacking in motivation to keep up to date with my regular activities.

I have found encouragement in this prayer I found recently and would like to share with you~

The Homemaker's Prayer:

Lord of all pots and pans and things; since I've no time to be

A saint by doing lovely things, or watching late with Thee,

Or dreaming in the dawn light, or storming heaven's gate,

Make me a saint by getting meals, and washing up the plates.

Although I must have Martha's hands, I have a Mary mind:

And when I black the boots and shoes, Thy sandals, Lord, I find,

I think of how they trod the earth, what time I scrub the floor;

Accept this meditation, Lord, I haven't time for more.

Warm all the kitchen with Thy love, and light with Thy peace;

Forgive me all my worrying, and make my grumbling cease,

Thou who didst love to give men food, in room or by the sea,

Accept this service that I do-I do it unto Thee.

Little muddy footprint Tracking up the floor,

Sticky finger print upon The newly painted door,

Toys and books and cowboy guns Seldom put away,

Laughter ringing loud and clear Through each shining day,

Barking of a happy dog Joining in the fun,

Whispered prayers at Mother's knee When The day is done-

And little house can hold Happiness within

It if boasts the telltale marks Where a child has been.

Marguerite Gode

 Blessings to you and your homes,