Thursday, March 10, 2011

As you are going: Worship

i see songs of worship

in a mother's hands, unconsciously pressed on her purple-stretching skin, a responding call to the fluttering thumps below

in milk that leaks nourishing comfort

in the toddling steps of a wee one, shaky on legs but certain in love's fall-breaking

in the fart-jokes as oldest little one grows--there is a letting go, even this young--and the burst of " i do it" as 3 year old insists on independence

in the quotidian click of wedding bands as she hands him the plates for the table, the eyes catching with an old flicker

in hands that fold laundry and reach under tables during grace

in wearing wife role, which looks a lot like red toenails and the two curved bodies asleep before they intended to

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i sing worship as i tend this home. sometimes i bake the bread, and sometimes i buy it straight on sale. i raise these three boys and grow another, and sometimes it means avery kisses my bottom because that's as high as he can reach, and sometimes it's the constant yelling to QUIET DOWN. i sweep floors and consider decorations, but we have written on our doorposts to Whom we belong and serve. i remember meg's words: just as you are going. one step at a time.


linking with emily and others for her imperfect prose

16 comments:

Brian Miller said...

smiles. there is a great book called practicing the presence where brother lawrence talks of finding god in the dishes...you make that relevant for today...

Cathy said...

Oh my this is beautiful, and lovely reminder that it is the glory in our hearts that makes each moment magnificent...

I discovered your blog through 'imperfect prose' and have linked up there myself.

Rachel said...

Great post on "mother culture" all of it, enjoyed the prose and loved how you ended the post with more explanation of motherhood so many can relate, especially with fart humor, the falling asleep before intended, baking bread or buying it on sale.

Kati patrianoceu said...

This really does tug at the heart strings. The clicking of the wedding bands, the red toenails of the wife role, the little boy kissing as high as he can reach... you are amazing for remembering and then capturing these little snippets that add together to make life.

Mommy Emily said...

in the quotidian click of wedding bands as she hands him the plates for the table, the eyes catching with an old flicker


this is exquisite, misty. absolutely.

Leslie said...

I started to quote the same line that Emily just quoted. So can I just echo her? Beauty. In the words - in the living.

Sarah said...
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Sarah said...

Amen and amen! Also, thank you for your dear comment at my place, and for stopping by even when I'm not there ;)

Nancy said...

Yes, friend. May we all find songs of worship as we are going.

life or something like it said...

i just loved this. Worship in everything, everywhere.

Joybird said...

"sometimes it means avery kisses my bottom because that's as high as he can reach"

This is a great picture. Makes me smile.

Connie said...

lovely...worshipping and seeing GOD in the quotidian...love this

Unknown said...

sharing this same joy in the everyday as you , Misty.

Meryl Jaffe said...

"...in milk that leaks nourishing comfort"

How beautiful. Thank you for reminding me how nice it was to have little ones.

Meryl

alittlebitograce said...

this is what i need to remember when motherhood wears me thin, that in everything to worship.

Bethany Ann said...

ah, yes. farts and wedding bands. the good stuff.