Half finished projects,
The dishes washed,
Food cooked for hungry mouths.
The rest days,
The portions of things done in ten spare minutes -
All ends up MATTERING,
That day that it all comes together.
The food turns into meal.
Half finished books,
Lists and lists hastily scratched.
I can't go on because the laundry needs to be done,
The dishes washed,
Food cooked for hungry mouths.
Until one day,
A rare day,
It all comes together.
All of the prep work,
The rest days,
The portions of things done in ten spare minutes -
All ends up MATTERING,
That day that it all comes together.
Kind of like a punch line that isn't funny until you sit through the whole set-up of the joke. All that work that feels arbitrary, isn't.
The food turns into meal.
Little by little.
The projects begin to make sense.
Little by little.
Knowledge gets retained.
Little by little.
The child turns into a man.
Little by little.
All the history. All the words. All the lives. Eventually lead to one great moment that makes it worth it.
Thank YOU, GOD.
4 comments:
Once again, well said, Amanda. I've been thinking and writing a lot lately about tiny changes too... Thank you for this gift of hope that all these tiny steps are not useless.
Hope you're doing well Amanda. You're such a strong woman.
A friend of mine once said a house is never done. I think it's true, most things keep evolving and we keep on creating, houses, relationships, life…
Thank you, A!
Tis true, a house in NEVER done! :)
Also, Lauri, thank you for reading. I am glad I'm an encouragement. I hope to encourage myself and remember all these things when I have a fleeting moment of clarity.
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