Thank you dear Lord,
For things to do;
Tasks to complete,
That are never quite through.
Thank you for the laundry,
That piles up so fast;
For the tub I just cleaned,
Though I know it won’t last.
Thanks for the toys
That litter my floor;
For the mud-caked shoes,
That sit by the door.
Thank you for the fingerprints,
On once-cleaned glass;
Thanks for my carpet,
Now covered with grass.
Thanks for the kitchen
That never stays clean;
For the skillets to scrub
That lay in my sink.
These things in my life
Just prove that I’m blessed;
God gave me a family,
I can live with the mess.
~Sheila Hammock Gosney