A (Mom's) Hymn of Faith

Though the fig tree may not blossom,

Nor fruit be on the vines;

Though the labor of the olive may fail,

And the fields yield no food;

Though the flock may be cut off from the fold ,

And there be no herd in the stalls—

Yet I will rejoice in the LORD,

I will joy in the God of my salvation. 

Habbakuk 3:17-18

"Blossoming Orchard" by Van Gogh

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I read these verses, entitled "A Hymn of Faith," this morning and thought what a lovely picture of trust in God it painted.

Even when everything is going wrong, or seems to be, we must still rejoice in the Lord.

But since the farm metaphors don't really resonate with me, I thought I'd write my own "Hymn of Faith," from a mom's perspective:

Though my house may never be clean,

And my laundry basket never be empty,

Nor can I banish that strange smell from the sofa cushions;

Though there may be no money in my wallet,

And no milk in my fridge,

And payday is not until next week;

Though my car's engine may make a scary noise,

And the kids be screaming in the backseat,

And one of them just threw up--

Yet I WILL give thanks to God,

And I will rejoice in His blessings.