An end of the year poem

God make my life a little light,

Within the world to glow,--
A tiny flame that burneth bright,
Wherever I may go.

God make my life a little flower,
That giveth joy to all;--
Content to bloom in native bower
Although its place be small.

God make my life a little song,
That comforteth the sad;
That helpeth others to be strong,
And makes the singer glad.

God make my life a little staff
Whereon the weak may rest,--
That so what health and strength I have
May serve my neighbor best.

God make my life a little hymn
Of tenderness and praise,--
Of faith, that never waxeth dim,
In all His wondrous ways.

- Matilda B. Edwards

 I like this poem.  I just dug it up as the year is ending and we are sending our little ones on to the preschool.  They say a personality is set by the age of five and half of what we ever learn is done before the age of five.  I always think about that when I get the knowing, oh, your a babysitter look or comment.
My reply, at least in my mind, "Yes, absolutely, and what a great task and wonderful calling."  There wasn't one day this year, as I heard the Doxology called for after prayer or heard the baby catechism recited that it didn't bless my heart and humble me at the sweet calling of being a part of these "little hymns" lives. 

There are somethings that will always defy the law of supply and demand... children, relationship, love, and God --  no matter how much you have of them - they leave you longing for more - even when your proverbial plate is brimming.  It is, indeed, a wonder in the economy of God.  Praise be His name.