Thursday, October 29, 2009

I have only just a minute....

Only sixty seconds in it

Forced upon me, can't refuse it

Didn't seek it, didn't choose it

But it's up to me to use it

I must suffer if I lose it

Give account if I abuse it

It is only just a minute

But eternity is in it.

This poem that I memorized when I was a little squirt(as is evidenced by the fact that I had to come back and change it a few times before I think I got it right) came back to me last night. It came back because I had just put the girls to bed after a long day of being out of the house because of construction. The amazing news is that their part of the remodel is done, the other good news, but not so fun, is that it is now my turn. Anyway, back to my poem. The girls were asleep and I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than to crash, but my kitchen was a mess and I really needed to fill in the knot holes in my floor so I can sand and stain. In my tired state this seemed like it would take hours. Shaking my gloom and doom mood off I determined to set the timer for fifteen minutes and do what I could. Six minutes later the kitchen and living room were clean (All well answering my four year olds questions and sending her off to bed yet again), and I started filling the holes in my floor. That was when the poem came to mind. I rarely think about it but when I do it always amazes me how much you can get done in little minutes of time. So, as I was reciting my poem, filling my wood floor with gooey stuff, I talked to God about all the minutes I waste and how much I should be allowing Him to do with my life. My prayer today is that I use those minutes to accomplish something for eternity! Thanks for letting me stroll down my memory lane. :-) I'll try to post some pictures today of our new stairs. They did such a good job!


MommaMindy said...

I love the poem! Thanks for sharing.

Have you ever checked out this blog?
She does these cleaning things she calls blitzes and has a lot of helpful ideas for running your home, your kids, your life.

There's always so much to do, isn't there? :) How are you feeling? Still praying.

Mandolin said...

really really good thoughts, Becca. I need to write that little poem down for myself. :)