Friday, June 22, 2007

Encouragement For Moms

Thank you to Angie, my dear FIAR sister, for sharing this.

Loving Jesus

by Megan Breedlove

Jesus DIDN’T say, “Whatever you do for the least of
these, I appreciate it.” HE SAID, “Whatever you do
for the least of these, you do FOR ME” (Matthew 25:40)

I started my day early,

Before the room was light.

I lifted my son from his crib

And wished it was still night.

But as I held him close and said,

“Hi Tyler, precious one,”

I knew that as I greeted him,

I greeted too God’s Son.

When my daughter woke up later

Calling, “Mommy! Mommy! Down!”

I picked her up and hugged her

In her worn Elmo nightgown.

I know she felt the closeness

That a mother’s touch affords.

I welcomed not just Danielle,

But so, too, the Lord of Lords.

That day, I mixed some formula

And opened jars of peas.

I fixed some “pizza butter” bread

When she grinned and said, “Pleeeeease.”

I heated up some leftovers;

I had to nuke them twice.

And when I fed my children,

I was feeding Jesus Christ.

I made some funny faces,

And “played pubzzles” on the floor.

I dressed kitties, ran around outside,

And played with them some more.

We laughed and jumped and tickled,

Making memories to be stored.

When I spent time with my children,

I spent time with my Lord.

I wiped up sticky cereal

And washed the dishes clean.

I straightened, picked up, put away,

And dusted in between.

I did six loads of laundry

And folded it like new.

When I cleaned for my children,

I cleaned for my Savior, too.

When my children were both crying,

I held them in my arms.

I cuddled them and whispered

That I’d keep them safe from harm.

I told them how their Father saved them

With His perfect Lamb.

When I comforted my children,

I comforted I Am.

Later on that evening,

I put them in the bath.

I washed their little bodies

As they kicked around and splashed.

I dried them in soft towels

And put their jammies on.

When I washed my children’s feet,

I washed the Holy One.

I cooked and cleaned and rearranged,

Made beds and taught and played.

I made sure that we had food to eat

and that we often prayed.

I died to self.

I made a home from ordinary things

But when I served my children,

I served the King of Kings.

To some, I have done nothing,

But to two, I’ve done the world.

I made eternal differences

To my precious boy and girl

And to the One who watches over

Every pathway that I’ve trod.

For when I’ve loved my precious children,

I’ve loved Almighty God.

1 comment:

Phillip B. said...

Hi Christy,

My name is Megan Breedlove, and I am the author of this poem. I am honored that you have chosen to use it on your blog. However, I would like to ask you to make two changes to reflect the way I originally wrote it--that is, to use my children's names. If you would please contact me at, I would be more than glad to tell you their names and to give you official permission to post it.
Thanks so much, and many blessings to you and your precious family.