RedEarth
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Thu Nov-09-06 10:33 PM
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Edited on Thu Nov-09-06 10:34 PM by RedEarth
I heard this is church a few weeks ago and thought I'd share it here. It's from one of Ann Weems' books.....
This morning I was toasted by a two-year old
Who raised her orange juice glass to mine and said, "To you!"
She brought the morning; she moved a mountain;
She brought flowers out of barren land and sunlight from darkness.
What a way to start the day—affirmed and celebrated!
Remember to celebrate those across the breakfast table.
When did you last tell them they are precious?
You told them to take out the trash, to make their beds,
But did you tell them they are cherished?
You told them they were wrong; you told them to hurry up;
But did you tell them they are beautiful?
We celebrate events or days or heroes,
But take for granted the joy of the familiar.
So here’s to you, familiar faces at my breakfast table!
Here’s to smiles, sleepy kisses, and theological question at dawn!
Here’s to unbrushed teeth, unmade beds, and unpicked-up clothes!
Here’s to dirty tennis shoes with one blue sock and one brown!
Here’s to last night’s scores and news told before I read it!
Here’s to my cold cup of coffee, to the lunch forgotten!
Here’s to the little girl who wants ice cream with her eggs!
Here’s to the daddy who thinks that’s funny!
Here’s to the man who loves us so and lets us know!
I cherish you who breakfast with me.
You are sun in my rain—sustenance and star.
O Lord, free us to thank God for each other.
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