“I’ve come that my joy might be in you, and that your joy might be full.”
Day’s end, most chores done,
some chores not. Chores
pile up quicker than hours to do ‘em.
I’m learning, a day’s worth
is not in number of chores done
but in chuckles, grins, the back slap
high that done chores sometimes bring.
I’ve learned
a chore done, a day done
without a peaceable grin at the end
is not a day or a chore worthy of Him.
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