Yesterday
Yesterday in a quiet house I slept with my baby
I held his tiny fingers
Watched him breathe as my eyes fell shut
When flailing arms woke us both
I pressed him close
Felt him rest under the weight of my hand
I too rested under the weight of love
My own heart held and healing in the quiet
Yesterday
Yesterday I thought I couldn’t handle five minutes more
Laundry piled on the couch
Homework scattered on the table and floor
Supper that wasn’t making itself
Children who weren’t listening
Children needing kindness
And I had used up my reserve
How can twelve hours hold so much
Joy and weariness
Love and failure
Kind words and then tight hard ones
A soft heart and then one squeezed dry
That was yesterday
Today I start again
Savor coffee
Read my prayers
Set out breakfast
Finish the laundry
Choose kindness
Hold onto rest
It’s a new day
And love is old and strong and enough
How can twelve hours hold so much. Yes. You pictured both the abundance and the drought well. Praise God for nights to sleep and the freshness of a new day!
Ahh yes… That’s the kind of yesterday I had too. And this morning I rejoiced because of new mercies and second chances!
I love your word pictures and your beautiful heart. Now, do I smile or cry? ☺️
Beautiful. Thank God for a new day!
Beautifully written! Yes, this is life, and I’m glad for love.
Several of your comments got stuck in my spam folder. I am so sorry. I always love hearing from people and am sad I didn’t get to read these and have them posted right away.